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You know what it's like!
You are sixteen one day, the next you are forty,
married and with three children.
All four of your 'attachments' need you twenty-four
seven then one day they don't...
The eighteen-year-old girl needs you like a hole in
the head; the fourteen -year old twin boys need only each other...and girls of
course. The six year old boy...the apple of your eye, has a best friend who has
the coolest mum in the world...she has her nose pierced and your husband needs
you for meals, shirts and his conjugal rights...now and again!
Well this is how it was for Marissa. She loved her
children, of course she did. Maybe she didn't like them much though.
As for her husband, he had his uses, such as putting
the bins out once a week. She didn't love him though. Basically he was boring,
and what do we all do boring things...yes, we bin them!
One day Marissa was sitting contemplating her 'lot'.
She had a lovely home, a fair allowance from Frank her
husband, and no need to go out to work.
She was fortunately...or unfortunately, whichever way
you looked at it, married to the type of man who thinks that the little woman
should stay at home with the kids until they reach their thirties.
OK, she wouldn't go out to work, but she would go to a
night-class to learn something...but what?
After perusing the local paper, she decided on aromatherapy; it seemed to be the type of class she would enjoy, and enrolment
was that afternoon!
That evening Marissa told the family her news, she was
to attend her classes two evenings a week.
Frank grunted, and the children ignored her...ah well!
Well to cut a long story short, Marissa took to her
aromatherapy classes like a duck to water. She loved learning about the
different potions, some of which were lethal in the wrong hands, or mixed with a
particular substance. She also loved Pat the tutor. He was ten years her junior
with a bronzed muscular body and piercing blue eyes that seemed to burn through
your very body and search your soul...he also liked her...bingo!
Marissa told the family that her classes had been
increased to three sessions per week. They had, only one session was a different
type of therapy, involving just herself and Pat!
One evening, she was lying in Pat's strong arms, and a
thought came to her.
"Penny for your thoughts" said Pat, stroking
her bare shoulder.
"I was thinking," she said, "If Frank wasn't in the way, I would be so much
happier"
The next time they met, she found it so hard to tear
herself away from him. At night she got a grunter who treated her like an item
of furniture and drunk copious amounts of scotch...with Pat she smouldered, it
felt good!
One evening she was serving the evening meal. The
twins were out at friends, the youngest was at boy scouts and her eldest was on
another diet...leaving only Marissa and Frank at the table.
Marissa had tried her hand at a Mexican recipe, and she
watched for some sort of reaction from Frank.
She got one. He spat it out with gusto and asked her
if she was trying to poison him with her stupid potions.
'What a good idea' smiled Marissa to herself.
Poor Frank; he had been warned by the doctor many
times about his excessive drinking. His father had suffered a fatal heart attack
at an early age...now it looked as if he had followed suit.
At the funeral, they all patted her on the shoulder
and told her what a saint she was.
Being married to a hard drinker was difficult, and she
had never moaned to anyone. Surely she was a modern day martyr.
Marissa cried a little and patted her red eyes with
her tissue.
Once home that night, she saw the children to bed and
then poured her self a drink.
It had all been so easy. Two particular potions should
never be mixed together, and in food they are virtually untraceable.
Luckily Marissa had made Frank see a doctor the
previous week, and the doctor had told him that his heart was weak.
It had been no surprise when he had died with heart
complications.
Also, she had a little of the potion still left. Just
as well, as she was getting a little tired of Pat now. John the new postman was
her idea of Heaven (for the moment!)
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