Today's post is something a little different from my usual posts. Over the last month or so, I have rounded up some writers to submit their short stories. These stories will run every Tuesday throughout June. I thought it only fair if I'm asking others to write these stories, that I should do one too! I haven't written a short story since I was about 8 years old and we had to do them in school, so it was a real challenge for me, but a challenge I really enjoyed. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! So without further ado, here it is!
The Serial Husband
‘Go on through,’ says Matt, and even now I can’t help but think how sexy his voice is.
I’ve heard people say when you are dying, your whole life flashes in front of your eyes. What no one tells you is that when you’re in a coma, it doesn’t so much flash as trickle, and not always in the right order.
My wedding day is a recurring theme. It was a lovely day, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I married my one true love, my soul mate. The memories are bitter sweet now I know what I know, but I can’t help but think of that day as a happy one.
I remember thinking ‘Today is the first day of the rest of my life,’ as I stood at the church door, arm in arm with my father as he prepared to give me away. I didn’t expect then that the rest of my life would be only two short years.
I was filled with happiness and I was so excited to get married! I suppose the same could be true for any bride, but after the journey I went on to get to this day, I think that is doubly true for me.
See our relationship was never conventional. The first time I spoke to Matt, I was responding to an advert looking for a full time, live in nurse to care for his wife.
I went along for the job interview, and from the moment he opened the door, I knew I had to have him. He was hot. Tall, but not too tall. Dark haired, and he had the most amazing eyes I have ever seen!
Oh relax, his wife is ill for heaven’s sake. I am not about to jump his bones there and then on the living room carpet!
By the end of the interview, I knew he felt the same about me. It felt more like a first date than an interview. We chatted and flirted, and he offered me the job. I was to start the following day.
I try to block out the next three months but it’s hard. In my current state, I have very little to do but think. Did I miss the signs? I don’t think I did, but then I was never looking for any signs. Matt was charming, that’s all I could see.
He was the perfect gentleman too. For those three months, I cared for his wife, nothing happened. Ok, we flirted and we both knew it would happen, but not while he was married, he wouldn’t break the bonds of his marriage. Oh how gullible I must have seemed as I sat listening to him pour his heart out.
After her funeral, I figured I would never see him again, but he called a couple of weeks later, we went for dinner, and the rest, as they say, is history.
We fell hopelessly in love and within six months, we were married. We had an amazing honeymoon, and an amazing life. We had our arguments, which couple doesn’t, but nothing serious. I loved him more each day.
I foolishly thought he felt the same. Little did I know that he tends to get bored around the one year mark. I suppose I’m privileged in a way to have lasted a little longer than that.Just last week, I started to feel ill – dizzy spells, nausea. I was a little concerned, but put off visiting the doctor. I’m not sure when I slipped into the coma, time has little meaning now.
As he washed me this morning, he explained that he did love me, he still does, but it’s not enough, he needs more. He said he felt the same about his last wife, that he thought it would be different this time around, but it isn’t. He said he’s sorry.I’m not sure how he does it. But he does. He will get caught in time, but it will be too late for me then. Part of me wants to warn the next one and part of me doesn’t. I wonder if his last wife felt that way about me?
I guess you could say its karma.
He’s interviewing for a nurse to care for me now. I guess I have a month or two left until he’s sure he’s got her hooked, then he will finish me off.
Read part 2 here:
http://myrandommusings.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/the-serial-husband-follow-up.html And The End here:
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