Choices
It was not meant to be like this, to fail,to end in this manner. But it was destined
to. Misjudged, quite obviously so. How
was she to know his pathology of social
estrangement that merely seemed a
minor aversion to overt, unearned perhaps
presumed and impudent confidence
in a personal context offended him?
She admired the restraint of his personality,
for she was, after all, too casual, too
anxious to be friendly to everyone. Intimacy
with her alone on his part seemed flattering.
She chafed over the years at the uneven
sentiments of their emotional bond, but
obeyed his edicts, issued after all with her
best interests uppermost in mind. The
established routine of constraints upon
her freedoms seemed a small sacrifice
for the security of the marital covenant.
And then of course there were the
children to be considered. And she did. No
relaxation of the unchallenged roles he
imposed. They grew, multiplied in numbers,
urgency and depth. Now retired, he sits idle
like a medieval potentate, glowering,
pronouncing, issuing dicta. She ponders
the fragment of dignity left to her shredded
humanity through the exercise of free will.
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