Yesterday when I was scrolling through my social media account, I saw this video of a woman who gave her husband a very beautiful portrait of himself so he could hang it in his office or wherever. The portrait was so big and the husband had been an emotional wreck when he saw it. He loved it and said he was going to place it in a spot where everyone would see it. I don’t blame him at all. If I had been given such a portrait, I would hang it on the highest rooftop so that the world could see. And that was what gave me the idea for my current task. I know Atticus wasn’t the same as the man I saw on my social media but I was willing to give it a try. The worse he would do is to reject it, not kill me so I was determined to give it a go. That was the sole reason why I had been locked in my studio since morning without a single meal, drawing. I didn’t have any photos to use so I was just drawing from my head. Well not completely from my head, I once saw a photo of Atticus online, he w

I blame my nerves entirely. I tried but I could not go through with it. Atticus left for work as usual and I was ready to prepare the lunch I had in mind but Danielle’s comment about my plan being too domesticated and how women of our class didn’t too it had me retrieving my plan. I don’t blame Danielle at all because she had encouraged me to do it but I had been too scared to do it. As much as I wanted to do it, I didn’t want it to reflect badly on me or my husband. It didn’t have to be bad in a bad way but I would not have those snubby women call me average class for cooking for my husband. It was also my fault because I had gone looking at a website about what upper-class families thought about cooking lunch for their husbands and several comments said it was an average family thing to do which was pretty stupid if you ask me. I know people would wonder why I didn’t know what to do or why I was browsing these things. I would just tell them that I didn’t have a mother to teach m

I kept smiling the entire ride home even though my stomach was all tangled up in a bunch of nerves. I was so nervous and excited and wrapped up in my thoughts that I had not realized that we had gotten home until Justin pointed it out. “Don’t be so nervous. You did okay. It takes a lot of courage to do what you did” I muttered to myself as I walked upstairs to my room. I was trying to calm myself down but it was hard so instead of laying down on my inviting bed, I dropped my bag and headed for the studio. Halfway down the stairs, my mind kinda came back to its current state and I was suddenly aware of how icky I felt so I turned around back to my room so I could take a shower first before I headed down to the studio. What I wanted to be a short bath ended up being a thirty-minute one and it was really what I didn’t know I needed. I am much calmer now but my hands still itch. The intense need to paint something was really strong and I could feel my hands tremble with need. I th

The silence irked me just as much as the fact that the only place me and my husband could communicate with each other was during dinner and the talk was not always consistent, just like today. Unlike our usual position, I was seated across from him instead of my usual seat beside him and it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out why. I was mad. I felt humiliated and I was also irritated. Not just with myself anymore but with the man seated across from me who would not utter a word to address what had happened. It irritated me that he was sitting down and eating so calmly as though nothing happened between us but I was so bothered by it no matter how hard I tried not to be. “About last night, It shouldn’t have happened and I am sorry because it happened as a result of my carelessness” His voice was so calm, it was almost deadly as if he was warning me subtly to take it like that and not argue. Well, lucky for him, I had accepted my fate long ago and had no plans to dispute something

I hated how I was unable to stay away from these settings without hurting Danielle or being seen as a coward and someone who couldn’t bear to face her husband’s mistress. I sat down in another fancy restaurant at a table in an enclosed space, listening to Danielle talk about the update on the school project. I kept my eyes on Danielle and listened to her talk about the work that had been done and what was yet to be done at the school. Hopefully, the project would be done in about three weeks and I could tell that the ladies were excited about it just as I was. “So ladies, I know we have done a lot already and I won’t ask for more but I want to just tell you that Hazel has decided to give 10 students scholarships along with the project. Mind you, this is coming from her pocket” Danielle gestured to me and she had such a proud smile on her face. That little snitch. I told her I wanted it to be a secret but she went ahead to announce it and with the look she was giving Samantha, I k