The Misadventures of the First Week of Living With a New Partner.
Recipe for disaster?
“Angela, how on earth did you get married so fast? How come I don’t know this guy? How much do you know about him?” Alice harassed her childhood friend with questions. “Aren’t your questions coming a little too late? The wedding is done and dusted. The only outcome from that is to live happily ever after or get a divorce and you know I am more inclined towards the former.” Alice stopped talking.
They had met up at the mall to window shop. Angela had married Peter a month ago. Alice was not the only one who was shocked by Angela’s decision. Her siblings were, too. They knew Angela for being indecisive or always seeking approval before making most decisions in her life. Well, they were all shell-shocked.
After her time at the mall, Angela returned home to Peter. She noticed he had not eaten the meal she kept for him in the kitchen flask. “I was waiting for you to return;” he said. “I thought you had ulcer disease. You should not stay hungry for so long. It’ll worsen your situation, and I am guessing you know better.”
Angela was musing to herself. “Why won’t he be free? We are a fucking couple.” She went up to her bedroom. For a while, she did not see or hear from Peter. She went downstairs to check on him. “What’s up?” “I am tired.” “From doing what? I was the one who went to the mall today. You stayed home.” He had no more answers after that. Angela wondered if he was upset that she had reprimanded him for starving himself. “But I was only trying to help him.”
Angela was more or less a loner. Though incredibly friendly, she hardly kept cliques of friends and she dated a little. She was someone very comfortable with her own company. It was no surprise that later that night; she left her husband’s room and went to sleep in hers. She had lived that way for so long that she did not realize she now shared her life and space with someone else.
Of course, the next morning, Peter was moody. “Hi Peter, good morning. How was your night?” Thinking Angela wanted to rub it in, Peter glared at her. “So you are happy you left me all night to go sleep in your own bedroom?” Angela wasn’t sure how to respond to this. She doubted she could justify her behavior, so she kept quiet.
The mood in the house was heavy. Late in the afternoon. Angela said to Peter: “let’s take a stroll.” Peter agreed. It surprised Angela that he agreed. She took him to all her favorite stores in the neighborhood and introduced him to all her friends. “When did you get married? Why didn’t you invite us? Your husband is so handsome.” Angela blushed. “I am sorry, dear. I’ll send your cake to the shop later tonight.” Most of the conversations were like this.
As they walked home, Peter held Angela’s hands. “A penny for your thoughts”, Angela said. “You clearly love shopping,” Peter responded. “I do.” “Don’t you get broke?” Angela turned to look at Peter and retorted: “Here we go again!”





