Picture Perfect was inspired by a couple I noticed last Friday when out at dinner. There was a man who was obnoxiously loud, and I noticed his wife sitting at the opposite end of the table from him and thought it was strange that the other couples were sitting next to one another. And I concocted this story on how I think the night usually goes from the wife’s perspective. Thinking about may doing it from the husbands perspective next. So, I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave comments.
It was the third Friday of the month, which meant date night had finally arrived. It was circled in red on her calendar, and she’d programmed it into her husband’s phone so he would remember as well. It was the one night she got to feel like her old self again.
Her friends thought she had the perfect marriage, and for one night every month, she did. Besides, they didn’t need to know that she secretly despised him. That she cringed every time he touched her, or that she often fantasized about being a young widow. All they needed to know was that one night a month, they along with their husbands, were treated to the nicest and most expensive restaurants that they could only afford to eat at once a year if they didn’t have her husband to fit the bill.
At dinner, she and her husband sat at opposite ends of the table, allowing her friends to surround her, buffering any communication between her and him. She enjoyed being the center of attention and fawned over by her friends. They thought her life was so interesting, and when she thought it, it really was. She got to travel and shop all over the world. So what if she was married to a man she didn’t really like, no one other than her therapist needed to know that.
She’d perfected her act over the years, and laughed expectantly when he told one of the same stories he’d told a hundred times, and blush under his loving gaze as an adored wife should. According to everyone who knew them, they were the perfect couple, and she’d learned a long time ago that perception was everything. So she played her part, never faltering, or missing a beat.
Every now and then she’d lose herself in the moment, and remember what it had been like in the beginning of their marriage, when she loved him unconditionally, before she’d caught him cheating and with his secretary no less. She knew it was cliché and didn’t want to become another statistic for failed marriages. So she decided that divorcing him would be letting him off easy and wasn’t an option. Besides, why only get half when she could have it all? She knew no ones life was perfect, but every third Friday of the month, she believed hers came pretty close. And for her, that was enough.
Thanks for stopping by! Please don’t forget to read Picture Perfect: Part 2. It’s the husband’s perspective of their marriage.