“I can’t believe you did that to me,” he said in a hurt voice, softly. He hated being this afraid of her. Something had to change if she wanted him to stay.
She turned around, every inch of her slug-like body glistening. Today she manifested herself as a bloody gob of phlegm.
He wondered if he had gone too far this time as her body engulfed him. She was livid. “Why do you always start this before I go to work?” he cried. She knew he had to work! And he also knew that it was useless to ask–she would never tell him the real reason for lashing out like this. He gurgled: “Please stop! Can’t you just tell me why, just this once?”
Depression was a likely candidate. Seasonal depression was common during the winter. Did she have a tough weekend? Or was it about having a baby … She had wanted one for a while, but he was still hesitant.
Whenever he was off from work she disappeared, so there was no excuse for this behaviour. At least not in his mind. If he had to guess she was cheating on him, while he remained the loyal husband. She was an enigma, and a killer, but he had always loved her, which made the what if more painful.
“You’re too possessive,” he told her, sadness painting his features. “I don’t think I can go on with this for much longer. I don’t think this is gonna work out. I–” his voice cracked. “I want a divorce!” The words came out in a rush.
Her massive body began to quiver.”Oh, so you’ve finally found your backbone?” She was mocking him.
Mocking him? Admittedly he had trouble understanding her. Today was no different. “Let me go,” he whispered.
“Hmm, no lover. Not today!” Her body began to envelope him as she pulled him inside herself. “You haven’t given me a child yet!”
His voice was drowned out as she trapped him. No! he said to himself, panicked.
His wife’s habits in the bed were voracious, to put it lightly.