As I write this, Eve has left to go see one of her friends. She’s spending the night there so I’m left in this house all alone. I don’t mind it though. Okay, I mind just a bit. I never realized how big this place is. How was I living here by myself?
Anyway, Eve isn’t around and her absence provides me with the unique opportunity to express my innermost turmoil.
Diary, Eve has hurt me deeply and I have been sitting on this hurt for weeks. It’s a pain that pierces me in my soul. For those few weeks, it’s like I have been running a marathon with several pebbles in my shoes. My feet are bloody. My palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.
As I was saying, Eve ameniumiza sana.
See, when we got married, after all that hullabaloo of paying dowry and dealing with annoying relatives (who thankfully we don’t have to deal with anymore – we didn’t even know them! They just showed up out of the blue because people were getting married. Can you imagine?!). After agreeing to put on a suit on the big day – a suit, dear diary. Do you know how much I wanted to have one of those cool hipster weddings where the groom and his guys have on jeans or khakis and shirts with suspenders? But noooooooo, I had to put on a suit. I looked good but that’s not the point. It was a suit! I don’t like suits. I don’t even understand how FBI agents run in those things. They’re so uncomfortable.
After saying vows and kissing in public; after being basically forced to dance for the entirety of the reception, we began a life together.
Together. (Take note of this word)
We shared everything. This house (which is big, again, I cannot believe I used to stay here alone); our hopes and dreams; the food in the fridge; even the things we watched, we watched together.
Until one day, weeks ago, the incident that has caused me so much pain happened.
I was away for some work thing and Eve was chilling at home. I left my hard drive which had all the things we watched together at home so I wouldn’t be tempted to watch anything by myself. I thought Eve would have the same conviction because surely she knows about the sanctity of marriage.
She did not.
She watched Brooklyn Nine-Nine by herself and it knocked the wind out of me. I can’t look at her the same again. I mean, who does that?
Tell me diary, who does that?
I still have some season 6 episodes left that I have to binge because season 7 just came out yesterday. And I’ve got half the mind to watch it by myself in the office.
Let’s see how she likes them apples.