Perfect
NELLY
Is there anyone in this world that does not dream of a perfect husband, perfect life, perfect family? Imagine being married to someone you love and someone who loves you back. Imagine being with them everyday, very much in love. The dream that almost every little girl had once in their lifes. A fairytale.
I am that dream. I am that woman. I am that bride. I have the perfect husband. Perfect life.
However, sometimes it feels like its too much. It feels like I should have made a different choice years ago when i still could. Now i am stuck with being perfect.
Now there is a chance for me to go back. Or at least change this feeling of regret.
Last week, on April 29, I got an email. It had no subject, no title. It said: “It’s been so long, I know it but I can’t keep living with this feeling. Please. on May 7th, come to Martyr’s Bay. There will be a boat waiting. You can bring your husband also, I am not going to cause you any problems. I just want to make sure we both are over this and just good old friends.” -Matthew
I honestly would recognise him without reading the name also, but that did not matter. What actually mattered was the fact that he was inviting me, and my husband, to meet and fix things. Which did not make sense at all but I was ready to see him again.
We would be good old friends, as he said. It would be alright. My husband would like him and would not suspect anything. And then I could finally live peacefully. Without him on my mind and going on with the perfect life.
Right after closing the mail tab, I opened a plane ticket website. I bought two tickets to Italy, and called my husband to make sure he would be able to come. Of course he would, he would never leave me.
Perfect husbands never leave their wifes.
