1 views
Broken Woman
The Mother had her eyes fixed on the small baby in her arms, it’s tiny hands, the small little cry that came along with it, it was such a beautiful thing, such a beautiful image, so Clara thought to herself. If anything the Mother was more happy to be done with the labor process. Her friend Nicky, was who the Mother was. More than anything did Clara desire a baby, but out of many people in the world, her body just wouldn’t accept it.
Sometimes life happens to turn you around on corners, sometimes sharp corners, but life can’t be perfect can it?
Clara happened to be twenty, she was married, she had no lit fire between him and her, or the fact that she couldn’t have kids, but nor did her husband wish to have kids. So here she was being the supporter to this woman while she split like a watermelon. Clara wanted a baby so badly, but she just got with the wrong man.
…
The door made a loud squeak as she pushed it open. Not a single time has she come home with someone to at least be there for her, ask her how the day went, honestly it was rough. After her friend split, she walked home in the cold alone, to top that off on the entire evening, she got fired from her job before her friend’s melon decided to break.
She tied her long red hair back into a ponytail after setting a box down onto her bed. Honestly, her love life hasn’t been going well too much. Her husband hasn’t come back from a business trip, he was supposed to be gone for a month, turns out Vegas just keeps him, and the money just keeps sinking. For some time the woman thought that maybe he really was doing something important, changing people’s lives, until she got the bill for the strippers he’s been seeing.
Clara slowly sat down on the floor next the the edge of the bed, her box wasn’t far from her head either. She kept rubbing her face with her hands trying to relax herself from the long stressful day, first the job, then her friend, now she comes home to an empty house and a lost husband who doesn’t answer his calls. If anything she wished he was dead.
In 1999, she was born on a chilly day. December 1st. Her parents were an unknown resource, but besides that, she and her cheating husband had been married for three years after a mishap. Well the mishap considered to be a miscarriage, but as her husband acknowledges it, it was just something that should have never happened, it ruined his life some how. Then she recalls it in her mind, playing it over and over, how happy he was when it was his, alive.
Not all things were happy though, just because people have a smile doesn’t mean it carries happiness. She had considered herself lucky that he hadn't sent her the papers for a divorce, if the chance of happiness was available, if it was that baby she lost that could refill her life with her husband, laughter, something other than silence, then she’d do nothing more than to sweep the opportunity up. Except, here she was, alone and sorry for herself. More than anything, she just wanted to get pay back on the bastard for leaving her for some strippers in Vegas, but it’s not like she could prove it was him spending the money, although she had millions of receipts for his sudden..mishaps so he always calls it.
The red headed woman let this long frail groan out, she had not a single person to lean on, by the end of the day, she was just Clara, no Mrs. on it, or Clara Francis added to her last name. It had suddenly made her feel single. Being single after school really sucked, because all of her friends had gone off, got hitched, marrying boys who most likely liked the skinny jeans or boobs practically popping out of their chest, or some had just turned into melons harboring the next generation.
Life just goes on without you. She finally accepted that. More than anything she just wanted someone to reach for her, help her out of this dark space inside her mind, without her husband she had been trying to regain control of herself, find something within herself to take grip of. Rather it was reality, or pretend, she enjoyed both. Pretending that she was never pregnant was hard, but having a room still untouched, a room filled with nothing but baby things, it just all sat in there. Playing reality, she just had to accept that her husband was neither coming back, nor going to pay her back any of the money that he had taken from the joint account.
As her mind kept racing, as she kept sitting there dreading marrying that sorry excuse of a man, she realized that the time had certainly flown by. A long yawn followed along with a loud moan from her back being pressed against the end of the bed for quite some time, but not only that she had hit her head on the box above her head.
Clara slipped that oversized sweatshirt off, along with her pants, no point in pretending to be casual, it wasn’t like anyone else was there to interrupt her from this parting of her garments. Her mirror made her look like she had aged a little, but it was just the nightmares that she had to face every night alone. Sleep had been an issue for her.
A tiny growl came from her the more she kept looking at herself in the mirror. Those stretch marks, it was like an engraved milestone of her life. For a moment she wanted to just call him again, see if he’d get her message this time. He probably hasn’t even looked at his phone messages, or any calls he missed.
So once more she went to bed without anyone joining her for this nightly routine.
….
Clara quickly straightened her hair, unplugged the straightener, then quickly went onto the next stage. The makeup covered her beautiful laugh lines and freckles. The bags under her eyes were now hidden. She slipped her contacts out and put her game changer face on, taking on those big glasses. Now she looked like she was ready for a fight.
Today, she was going out, finding that lawyer, and she was going to divorce his ass. It didn’t matter where he was at the moment, she was going to find him, she was going to personally give him the envelope. One deep breath, and she was ready, but she was hesitating to take that breath. Her hands gripped the sinks faucet, she was going to try shaking herself from the reality part. It was finally happening, she thought. After spending so much time in bed, depressed, letting the thoughts carry her away, she has finally just made a choice.
There was no excuse for him, she finally made up her mind. The house was aching,...
Sometimes life happens to turn you around on corners, sometimes sharp corners, but life can’t be perfect can it?
Clara happened to be twenty, she was married, she had no lit fire between him and her, or the fact that she couldn’t have kids, but nor did her husband wish to have kids. So here she was being the supporter to this woman while she split like a watermelon. Clara wanted a baby so badly, but she just got with the wrong man.
…
The door made a loud squeak as she pushed it open. Not a single time has she come home with someone to at least be there for her, ask her how the day went, honestly it was rough. After her friend split, she walked home in the cold alone, to top that off on the entire evening, she got fired from her job before her friend’s melon decided to break.
She tied her long red hair back into a ponytail after setting a box down onto her bed. Honestly, her love life hasn’t been going well too much. Her husband hasn’t come back from a business trip, he was supposed to be gone for a month, turns out Vegas just keeps him, and the money just keeps sinking. For some time the woman thought that maybe he really was doing something important, changing people’s lives, until she got the bill for the strippers he’s been seeing.
Clara slowly sat down on the floor next the the edge of the bed, her box wasn’t far from her head either. She kept rubbing her face with her hands trying to relax herself from the long stressful day, first the job, then her friend, now she comes home to an empty house and a lost husband who doesn’t answer his calls. If anything she wished he was dead.
In 1999, she was born on a chilly day. December 1st. Her parents were an unknown resource, but besides that, she and her cheating husband had been married for three years after a mishap. Well the mishap considered to be a miscarriage, but as her husband acknowledges it, it was just something that should have never happened, it ruined his life some how. Then she recalls it in her mind, playing it over and over, how happy he was when it was his, alive.
Not all things were happy though, just because people have a smile doesn’t mean it carries happiness. She had considered herself lucky that he hadn't sent her the papers for a divorce, if the chance of happiness was available, if it was that baby she lost that could refill her life with her husband, laughter, something other than silence, then she’d do nothing more than to sweep the opportunity up. Except, here she was, alone and sorry for herself. More than anything, she just wanted to get pay back on the bastard for leaving her for some strippers in Vegas, but it’s not like she could prove it was him spending the money, although she had millions of receipts for his sudden..mishaps so he always calls it.
The red headed woman let this long frail groan out, she had not a single person to lean on, by the end of the day, she was just Clara, no Mrs. on it, or Clara Francis added to her last name. It had suddenly made her feel single. Being single after school really sucked, because all of her friends had gone off, got hitched, marrying boys who most likely liked the skinny jeans or boobs practically popping out of their chest, or some had just turned into melons harboring the next generation.
Life just goes on without you. She finally accepted that. More than anything she just wanted someone to reach for her, help her out of this dark space inside her mind, without her husband she had been trying to regain control of herself, find something within herself to take grip of. Rather it was reality, or pretend, she enjoyed both. Pretending that she was never pregnant was hard, but having a room still untouched, a room filled with nothing but baby things, it just all sat in there. Playing reality, she just had to accept that her husband was neither coming back, nor going to pay her back any of the money that he had taken from the joint account.
As her mind kept racing, as she kept sitting there dreading marrying that sorry excuse of a man, she realized that the time had certainly flown by. A long yawn followed along with a loud moan from her back being pressed against the end of the bed for quite some time, but not only that she had hit her head on the box above her head.
Clara slipped that oversized sweatshirt off, along with her pants, no point in pretending to be casual, it wasn’t like anyone else was there to interrupt her from this parting of her garments. Her mirror made her look like she had aged a little, but it was just the nightmares that she had to face every night alone. Sleep had been an issue for her.
A tiny growl came from her the more she kept looking at herself in the mirror. Those stretch marks, it was like an engraved milestone of her life. For a moment she wanted to just call him again, see if he’d get her message this time. He probably hasn’t even looked at his phone messages, or any calls he missed.
So once more she went to bed without anyone joining her for this nightly routine.
….
Clara quickly straightened her hair, unplugged the straightener, then quickly went onto the next stage. The makeup covered her beautiful laugh lines and freckles. The bags under her eyes were now hidden. She slipped her contacts out and put her game changer face on, taking on those big glasses. Now she looked like she was ready for a fight.
Today, she was going out, finding that lawyer, and she was going to divorce his ass. It didn’t matter where he was at the moment, she was going to find him, she was going to personally give him the envelope. One deep breath, and she was ready, but she was hesitating to take that breath. Her hands gripped the sinks faucet, she was going to try shaking herself from the reality part. It was finally happening, she thought. After spending so much time in bed, depressed, letting the thoughts carry her away, she has finally just made a choice.
There was no excuse for him, she finally made up her mind. The house was aching,...
