Fleeting Glimpses of an Angry Wife
Cigarette smoke is drifting like an eerie mist towards the open window. The mute flickering of the TV screen lights it up like the flashes of a distant thunderstorm. The air is thick and heavy with ragged emotions and shattered hopes. ‘You have always been miserable with me. Always promising to buy me this, buy me that, but you never do. I haven’t a decent dress in the closet. The shoes I wear, I had to buy them myself. And don’t ask me where the money comes from. Not that you would give me any’. She’s at it again. The outbursts have become more frequent as of late, and more violent as well. ‘You don’t care about what goes on here. I wait all day for you to come home from work and then you …