My Wife

I hate my wife.

The way she yells at me everytime I made a small mistake. I never thought I could marry this
kind of woman. She was wery nice back then. I don’t know her anymore.

I hate my wife.

She never try to look nice in front of me or even put some make up on just like what she
used to do. She never take care of herself, like, look at those acnes! She was so beautiful back
then, with her clear glowing skin. I don’t know her anymore.

I hate my wife.

Everytime I come home from a very tiring day at work, she already fell asleep. I think she
doesn’t want to know about how my day was. I don’t know her anymore.

Today is our 4th wedding anniversary. What do I expect? A little surprise from her? She
didn’t remember our anniversary since our daughter was born. For the past 3 days, I started to
consider about getting divorced. I can’t stand any longer living together with her, the woman
I used to love turns into someone I never want to meet.

The cancelled meeting gets me home earlier today. I get home and open the door. There she
is, picking up those garbages I made when I watched TV show last night. A second after that,
she runs to the kitchen and turn off the stove. Suddenly the alarm rings and she turns it off.
She’s complaining about the time that runs so fast and picks up our daughter from school.

An hour after that, they both arrive at home. My daughter hugs me because I rarely be at
home earlier. She tells me about everything she has done at school. And there’s my wife,
cooking for our dinner, washing the dirty clothes, cleaning the table soon after we had dinner,
sweeping the floor, and telling my daughter a story till she falls asleep. She must be tired.

I wonder if that is why she never have time to take care of herself, because she takes care of
me and my daughter.

“Happy anniversary!” she comes up from kitchen and happily give me the cake. I’m touched
beyond words. “It has been a hectic day lately. I hope it can maintain your mood and our
relationship. And I love you.”
I’m staring at her and feeling guilty.

“I’m sorry.”

“What do you apologize for? You’re the best husband ever!”

I was wrong all the time. I almost gave up on her when all she had done is giving her best to
our family. I was wrong. I can’t imagine spending a day without her. She’s my hero.

And I love her.