THE ANGRY WIFE

One night I lashed out at him; I had something in my hand and threw it in his direction. I was tired of being the reasonable one, fed up with being the patient and understanding wife. I am never like those other women who quickly lose it, who are insecure and jealous ( perhaps I should be).
I am your wife, so Why won’t you talk to me? Why won’t you answer a simple question? Why is it so hard to talk to me, yet you find it so easy to blab away on the phone to other people? You stopped paying attention to my needs, yet I chose to ignore that. Well, guess what? I will not be taken for granted anymore. You either value and respect me, or I give you reasons not to.

I have realised that many sacrifices come with being a wife. It is funny how they promise to “worship the ground you walk on” and make you feel like you are the only one before marriage. Still, as the years go by, they begin to offer you the backseat as opposed to the front seat, and you begin to question your very existence, usefulness, and whether you will ever be enough.

Some may call that insecurity, but it’s all part of it; it comes with it. So you take it in strides, reassure yourself, and tell yourself you are enough; sometimes, you have to be sensible because sometimes you question if they are even thinking, and sometimes you simply have to take the backseat. After all, you don’t want to be the dramatic wife always in the way, the enemy of progress. As there is so much expectation from you as the wife, one of them being the “one that will take him away”, so you shut up, perhaps it’s time to stand my ground and put my foot down.