Charlotte
"I mean, four good years wasted being a housewife, taking care of someone who by chance happened to be your husband who actually had all his eggs in Catrina's basket and playing with your feelings? Putting you aside and going after a woman who disappointed him on his wedding day? An asshole of a man."
Those words made sense to me. "Hmmm, that was possible because I was blind, but now I can see. Ever heard of that song before?"
Theresa turned on the car. "Well, thank God your eyes are now open, I'm glad. Listen, we have got a whole lot to run, we can't have you distracted by some guy who doesn't appreciate you, no matter what you do." Theresa chuckled.
"Right from the day you were united with that guy, I never liked it, I hated it on you. That whole 'married'... With that guy? Charlotte, you know. She said, glancing briefly at Alex's house gate. Anyway, thank goodness, I finally have to say it out, I've been dying to say this."
You know, Theresa had not really supported my marriage with Alex right from onset, she had always hated my marriage to Alex. She had tried as much as she could to convey her disapproval, both indirectly and directly. As friends, she had always confronted me about it openly, and other times, It was more subtle, like the way she would hesitate before congratulating me on another anniversary, or the way she would change the subject whenever I brought up something related to my marriage. She was glad we could finally talk as it was with us before I got married to Alex. She was just making the rest of my marriage with Alex, and that pissed me really off, but I kept mute as I had a lot of thoughts running through my mind.
"I mean, what was with all those dresses and sensible shoes? Huh?" Theresa chuckled.
"Hey, come on, stop all that jesting of yours Theresa. I've really had enough and I don't want you to add to my wounds." I said while I sighed and looked away.
"No, I'm just trying to be plain with you. You know, the day I saw you wearing flats with a cocktail dress, trust me, I nearly died. I have never seen you in so much beige in my life before. You're so called Mr wrong or whatever you called him really had an influence on your wardrobe."
At this time, I couldn't help but just burst out laughing. She really had her own ways of putting smile ony face iust confess. "Theresa, you know, you have never been a housewife before, so you don't know what it takes. I was just trying to fit into the whole 'perfect wife image."
"Thank goodness, you're back out of that hole."
I only thought everything she was saying was just a joke, though, so I playfully swatted at Theresa, trying to get the thought of Alex's cheating off my mind, even though it wasn't that easy, because my heart was heavily scatered and I was only the shadow of myself.
"But, Theresa, are you trying to tell me those dresses did not look good on me?"
"To hell with looking good in those beige you were putting on, maybe they looked good on you to a blind man."
At this point, I remembered the function I had once attended with Alex, wearing a dress I'd thought was elegant, not until Alex later deemed too revealing and promiscuous for a wife, and this he said out loud to you. I was so embarrassed and felt ashamed. Not only did I feel ashamed and embarrassed, but it was a kind of public humiliation, because there were others who witnessed it for Chrissakes. I think that's when my wardrobe began to change. I'd been trying to please everyone, especially Alex and my parents. I have actually fooled myself for three good years. Nevertheless, I did enjoy doing it which I thought was going to make my marriage stronger.
I sighed in relief, "goodness, I'd missed you darling."
"Me too." Theresa nodded as she said, stepping on the gas pedal, and as she did, the engine roared to life before dashing out into the road and merging into the flow of traffic.
"So, where are we headed now?" Theresa asked.
"Ok, I've got a sudden urge for a short trip, so zoom off to the airport."
"Ok, not bad, but I thought my friend would be staying at my place for the meantime, or at least past the night at my place." Theresa remarked.
"Yeah, that would have been a good idea, but I just have to get away for a bit." I shrugged.
"Well, needed away?" Theresa asked, leaning back in her seat and resting a hand on the car door while the other stayed in the steering wheel.
"Less I forget, Theresa. There is a record label that is interested in signing a deal with us. I kid you not. The offer is jaw dropping, and I'm tempted, I must say."
"Hmmm, I understand, but I'm really not in the mood right now. I think you should keep it till when I get back." I said, glancing at Theresa. She nodded with understanding, as she said, "I got you well."
My greatest desire is to travel out so I could get my mind out for a bit. My stay in the city would definitely do me more harm than good, as the sight of Alex would always remind me of the unfortunate event which had taken place earlier. I Know, if my parents find out, they are going to be mad, because they care more about the benefits they get from Alex rather than my peace of mind. They had always been mad at me, even when I tried to break loose from their demanding decisions. At this time,I don't need to be reprimanded by anyone again.
Few seconds later, we were at the airport.i immediately unclicked the seat belt, ready to alight. I reached out for my phone which was in my purse. And moved away, waving at Theresa, as I headed towards the place I had asked my lawyer to wait for me. When I looked up and couldn't find him at the exact place, I quickly dialed his number and held the phone to my ear.
"Hello, where are you?" I spoke first on the phone. The receiver responded, and I ended up calling, waiting for him.
Few moments later, a man with a briefcase walked towards me. Immediately, I could recognize him. "Good day ma'am." He greeted me professionally. I returned the pleasantries.
This was the lawyer I had actually hired to file the divorce earlier. His name is Mr Thompson Clarke. He opened his briefcase and brought out an envelope containing the divorce papers.
He handed the papers to me, and I glanced through them one after the other. Even though this was what I wanted, my heart still aches, because I really didn't want this, but I just have to.
The Divorce plan has to be a way to get over the mess Alex has done. I'll definitely be fine with time, but will Alex ever sign the papers?