Pefect Lie

    Our life was so beautiful, so perfect, but everything of a lie. That night you killed me, you assumed I was asleep, but I was fully aware of what you were about to do. You saw me as only a young frail woman, your beautiful bride.

    We’ve been inseparable since that white day that we said, “I do.” Oh, that was a happy day for you. I walked down the aisle dressed in white and a smile. You cried the entire ceremony you were so happy, so pleased. You wept through the vows, your smile never faded despite your tears. You were so happy; I almost felt as if the ceremony was normal and that we loved each other.

    The celebration at least was normal. Everyone was happy and participated. We laughed together at the young children trying to dance to the music and jealously teared at the love that gleamed in our parent’s eyes as the two couples danced to a slow song. There was beauty everywhere, from the cake to the decorations, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

    After the reception, our family and friends saw us off in a long white limo that led us to the nicest and most beautiful hotel in the state. We consummated the marriage, as was expected. He watched me as I laid, faking to be asleep in the morning sunrise, making his plans of what our life together would be life; beautiful, I knew they would be.

    And as soon as reality hit, his plans were put into motion. We followed his dreams. I becoming the modest high school English teacher, and he became the glorious brain surgeon. Our lives appeared beautiful, perfect, and pure. His career made him wealthy, giving him a large house with a couple of acres for me to live in and care for. The old, dust-ridden three story house plus a basement gave me no free time from working. The front and back porches gave wonderful views of the surrounding nature scenery that also needed my tending.

      The house was always bright from the open windows; the light hiding the haunting tension in the air. The dark colored walls were an unwelcomed reminder. The house smelled of the half-baked recipes I stole from cooking shows and the internet because I had so little time to put the required time and love required to make a good meal. You sucked it all in though. This life, this lie and all it took was my smile.

We searched the world for your next beauty, your next beautiful bride, beautiful house, beautiful life. I was wondering what took you so long. I didn’t think it would ever last this long. Was our life that beautiful in your eyes?

    The only beauty I found in my life with you was my only child, my beautiful baby boy. My heart broke every time his eyes watered; the heart you tore away from me by turning him exactly like you. He always sought to impress you, yet you always made him strive for more. He grew up to be exactly like you; the only good thing being he knew how to treat a lady, which to you is the same as tricking her. He practically became you; starting quarterback in high school and went to medical school off scholarships to become a neurologist. He settled down with a beautiful bride of his own with a perfect lie of a life of his own. It was hard enough living with both you. I was so happy when he moved out; I only would have been happier if he’d taking the dog you ignored my allergy to get in order to please him.

    Yes, our family was perfect, our home was perfect, and our lives were simply perfect; only it was all a lie. I was not your beautiful bride and our life wasn’t as perfect as you thought. You were completely blind to anything without beauty, including my impurity to you in our marriage. You couldn’t see that I’d grown bored with you long ago, and in my boredom I grew complacent with my life with you. So that beautiful night, that night I knew to be too beautiful for you to pass up, I knew what your intentions were. I knew you would come inside the bed room long after I’d gone to bed and end it all. You didn’t even know I wasn’t asleep, that I let you end it because it would have been more beautiful to kill me in my sleep.

      Too bad you ended it when you did though; although it lasted longer than I’d imagined. our lie was so perfect we could have had lasted our lifetime. If only there had been love in our lie, we could have gone forever. You said those three words as many times as you could say them, but I knew it wasn’t me that you loved, it was the perfect wedding, the perfect son, the perfect life I gave you that you loved.

I would not have grieved you, but the lie, the secret we kept. It was the only thing that kept me alive; it was a game for me to play, a part for me to act out. I kept myself beautiful and young so that I could continue this lie that was perfect in nature, but in the end, I failed. I lost the game and you grew bored; too bad. I would have done anything you’d asked just to keep the game going a little longer, since this game, our life together, our lie was the only thing I had left. You took my only son away from me and turned him into everything I hoped he wouldn’t become, so there is nothing left. Now that you’re finished with me, you’ll kill me and take off. Our secret revealed, our lie has come to an end. Game Over.

      For you, I’m afraid. You won’t make it far. I already consumed my life insurance, life savings, and even your life savings. You won’t make it far without those. Maybe by the end of things I will have won the game, and you’ll finally be in a place that isn’t so beautiful.