She had cooked for him his favorite mess Chapati with beef stew.
She set the regale table. Called him to come eat.
He dragged his bases. Sat at the regale table. His eyes fixed on his phone.
” You are comfy? I bring you water to wash hands?” She asked.
He looked up at her, also looked down at his phone’s screen.
” I love you” she said.
commodity about the way she said those three words wasn’t genuine.
numerous women do that, they occasionally tell their man I love you, not because they really want to say those words; but it’s a test. She wants to know if he’ll say I love you back and if he’ll say I love you back, she’ll dissect his tone. To those women, saying I love you is like a check, an inquiry into what the man will say or will not say in response.
” I love you” she said again as she ran her fritters on his crown. This time it sounded forced.
He signed her hand off as he snappily reached for his ladle to start eating.
” I said I love you, do not you love me? What kind of a hubby are you not to love your woman
?” She asked in a repulsive way as she pulled a seat to sit next to him.
He pushed down and got up from his seat and started walking to the bedroom.
She sniggered at him.
” You just ignore me!” she said folding her hands, legs crossed. The leg on top moving about.
He walked back to the dinning table.
He picked up his phone that he’d left on the table also walked down heading to the bedroom.
” You aren’t eating? Did you marry your phone? Are you drooling your numerous lady musketeers?” She cried.
He continued walking down. He said nothing.
” I’m talking to you” she cried.
She got up her seat and walked to him. She charged into the bedroom.
” Why are you treating me this way?” She cried at him.
He took her make up glass and refocused it at her.
” Look at the lady in the glass. Does she look seductive to you?” He asked.
She looked at her reflection in the glass. She looked dull, angry, bitter and shocking.
” I’m tired of you and how you treat me” he said sitting on the bed placing the make up glass on the bed next to his phone.
still, also let me go out of your life,” If you do not like how I love you. Love yourself because nothing I do is good enough for you” he added.
She looked at him,” What do you mean?” She asked.
” You’re always picking up a fight. Wrangles in our home are more frequent than moments of peace. When was the last time you spoke well of me? When was the last time you said commodity good about me?” He asked looking at her.
She could not answer that question. He was right.
He looked down saying,” Your phone is full of complaints about me to your musketeers”
” You looked into my phone? Do not you admire my sequestration?” She fumed.
He looked at her, shook his head, also looked down again.
” You have double norms. You demand to look into my phone but find it discourteous when I look into yours? If I delay picking up your calls, it’s an issue but if you delay, I should understand. According to you, men are the only bones
able of doing wrong. It’s always me who’s on the wrong, you do not see your faults” he said.
She leaned on the bedroom wall, swinging her leg.
” I’m supposed to forgive you fluently. But when you forgive me, your remission is only temporary. You take the first occasion to remind me of the wrongs I did in the history, just like you did history. I allowed
we buried the issue but you had to bring it up. I try and come a better hubby, but you keep chaining me to issues we moved on from. I make one step forward, you keep talking us two way back. It’s always the same draining content, criminating me before I indeed commit a crime. It’s like you want me to fail you, to mess up so that you prove to yourself that I’m not a good hubby. I’m tired”
She sat on the bed next to him,” I make you feel like that?” She asked.
He looked at her,” Yes, and you know when you do me wrong, you know it. history, after saying all those nasty effects and reminding me of my history, you have not apologized. You want me to say sorry to you but you infrequently show guilt. moment, you have been on damage control. Your kind of damage control is to do good effects to me like cooking me a mess and forcing a touch hoping I’ll forget your piercing words formerly spoken. And you anticipate me to find it easy to say I love you? Indeed though I love you, when you take me on this comber coaster of forgiving me yet holding on to the history, I struggle to express my love for you”
” I’m not the stylish woman
to live with. I do not know why I do this” she said. spooked.
” You’re a good woman
, you can be a better woman
if you stop looking for ways I’ll fail you. Look, you’re so convinced I’m drooling with numerous womanish musketeers on my phone. You have concluded that yet you’re wrong. I’m on my phone alot to read about politics, sports and business; that’s how I escape from your monstrous demeanour” he said showing her the news websites on his phone.
” I can not keep arguing and going round and round in circles like children. I’m too grown for this. So you decide whether you want to believe in me your hubby or constantly bash me and denounce- find me. I’m tired” he told her.
She leaned her head on his shoulder.
She said,” I’m sorry. I’ve been mean to you. I detest myself for this”
” Do not detest yourself. Dislike some of the effects you do and change, but do not detest yourself. Please, no further of fastening on my wrongs or your wrongs” he solicited her.
” I love you” he told her.
She gave out a smile.
” You see you did not have to force me to tell you I love you? Make it easy to love you and I’ll express it naturally” he continued.
She smiled indeed more.
He took the make up glass from the bed and placed it before the two of them.
” You see how beautiful you look when you relax and stop fighting me?” He said.
She smiled and looked at him.
” Let this be the face I come home to. You look beautiful when you smile” he made her know.
She kissed him and told him,” I love you. Please do not get tired of loving me. I’ll make it easy for you to be the stylish hubby to me”