When you said categorically that you loved me, I thought of the gratifying feeling of walking down the aisle, arm in arm with the man of my dreams. But today, the music that strung the cords of our hearts together in the glory days of yesteryears has turned to noise that keeps resonating in the background.
How is it that you feel daunted by my successes when you have to actually share in them? How is it that you try to suffocate my creativity, stifle my progress, retrograde my life making me hardened to the world that has done me no wrong? How is it that you literally do not want me to sneeze withoutyour knowing? How is it that you want me to kowtow to everything you say, holding me hostage like an innocent tethered lamb? Is it so because you have unfortunately bought into the infamous societal campaign of gender bias?
Just as OJ means more than simply orange juice to America, there are some things that mean more than a career to me and that is you. You do me great damage when you wrap my love in cheap paper and throw it back at me. But I need you to realize that I would be in much greater trouble if I give up on my anti-torpedoing canons all in the name of love. It is almost as asking me to change the colour of my skin which is highly impossible.
I don’t desire to get marginalized on grounds of my gender. It is for this reason that I do myself the favours of getting enough college and working hard till expensive becomes cheap. But you wouldn’t hear that! All you wish to do is to mount yourself into prominence in my life and not bring yourself to show mercy.
Is it not such an irony that you brand an independent woman a potential threat to that baby in you called ego while privately admiring her? I perfectly understand that ego is essential to your image but to prioritize it over the woman you love and allow your reputation to precede my interests break my heart in varying degrees of intensity, such as I cannot explain. That compels me to have the painful assumption that there is no particular love as you unconsciously continue to remain like the man with the benefit of the gun, making whoever he wishes to bleed.
It takes more than the brain capacity of a peanut to bring up such a tremendous load as you and that is a lot more difficult than just unplugging a laptop and moving it to another place.
My love, there is more to me than the sizes of stuff that drool over my body so quit treating me like an insignificant other, stop lashing your critique duel at me saying I am making too much noise and that you’ve heard enough! I am not contesting to be your contemporary, neither am I arguing to be your superior. I am not also claiming to be your co-equal but you must remember that I am not your slave too. I am only making a humble appeal that you stop sidelining me and rather hold me dear to you as you do yourself.
You are the head and I am the neck, I never saw the head rotate without the neck that is why I’m called helpmate. Upon all these, if you still can’t deal then I daresay the organic love that we share is dead and buried, perhaps making the saddest story in history like the two parallel lines that get so close but never meet.
