
Trapped Like A Caged BirdThroughout my five-year marriage with Irene Anderson, I never celebrated my birthday.
That was because my birthday also was the death anniversary of her childhood friend’s mother, so she had to accompany Zac Reid, her childhood friend, to the cemetery to visit her.
Not only that, but she also did not allow me to celebrate my birthday. She did not even allow me to smile.
“Please be more considerate towards Zac. He’s very vulnerable on his mother’s death anniversary. Once he feels better, we’ll celebrate your birthday.”
Every time my friends asked me carefully if they could celebrate my birthday, I could only force a smile and say, “Forget about it. Let’s do it next time.”
It happened year after year, but she never fulfilled her promise.
One year, Irene dressed in all black again and prepared herself to attend the memorial. Coincidentally, she saw the birthday cake that my family had specially ordered for me. She instantly grew angry and smashed the cake onto the floor.
“You can eat cake at any time; why did you have to choose today? Are you that greedy?”
I left the mess behind in the house and secretly followed behind her.
In the cemetery, I saw her claiming herself as Zac’s wife and his mother’s daughter-in-law, and I felt exhausted.
I walked over and took off my wedding ring.
“Irene, let’s get a divorce.”