An acquaintance came to me to tell me that she was getting married. I was at a loss as to what to say. “Congratulations?” “I am so happy for you?”
It is common knowledge that the groom-to-be beats her openly, cheats on her even more openly and rather than contributing to her living expenses, “borrows” money from her that never gets paid back. Strange as it may seem, he appears to have hit upon a magical formula because this girl wants to “die put” on top of his matter and has now reaped what she thinks is the ultimate prize.
A husband who is anything but.
The right to say to people: “Don’t you know that I am a married woman?”
An MRS, as opposed to us lesser mortals that settle for an MSC or an MBA.
She searched my face keenly, waiting for a response.
I settled for a barely whispered “All the best”.
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