The Execution Of All Things

"Well lets see… After you decide that I’m depressed or whatever… you’ll put me on meds right? I know hundreds of people on them and they’re all doing just fine…really. I’ll go back to work on my new anti-depressants, have dinner with my parents persuade them that I’m back to being the normal one that never gives them any trouble. Then one day, some guy’ll ask me to marry him, he’ll be nice enough. It’ll make my parents very happy. The first year will make love all the time, then the second and third less and less…but just as we’re getting sick of eachother, I’ll get pregnant. Taking care of kids, holding onto jobs, paying mortgages it’ll keep us on an even keel for a while. Then about 10 years into it, he’ll have an affair because I’m too busy and I’m too tired, and I’ll find out, I’ll threaten to kill him, his mistress, myself. We’ll get passed it, and a few years later, he’ll have another one, but this time I’m just going to pretend that I don’t know ‘cause somehow, kicking up a fuss just doesn’t seem worth the trouble, this time. And I’ll live the rest of my days, sometimes wishing my kids could have the life I never had. Other times….secretly pleased that they’re turning into repeats of me. I’m fine…really."

Veronika