Anger & Guilt of a Housewife, by Martina Travia

I’ve never been the marrying kind, the one who takes the dog out, folds the clothes and has a freshly home cooked meal waiting at my husbands arrival after a demanding day at work.  I wanted something of my life and I was so close of getting it. I dreamed of success for myself and that’s when I met Robert. When I spoke to him I felt wealthy, he made me feel like highest person in the room. He could sense my excitement, maybe it was the way my eyes bulged out when he said New York City and spotlight in one sentence but the excitement got pulled down quickly when he gave me an ultimatum. I was to open my heart to him, be his wife and he will give me a job in New York City. The domesticated wife that I had become, I found myself cleaning out Roberts closet. I was more sitting there sulking everything in then cleaning. Right when I was about to have my feelings over power my dignity I came across a filing box filled with scripts and applications that I had given Robert to give to agencies. The walls felt like they were caving in, as I was mortified of how ignorant and blinded I was by this situation. He played me for a fool; he was a corrupt soul and deserved everything I was about to give to him. The wheel of the lighter scraped my thumb equivalent to the tear running down my cheek. It was over.