When he left her for him,
shame clouded her judgment. She fell into a pit of depression, even became dumb
for a couple of months. Her life came to a standstill. How could she move on?
The light of her life had gone off! Just like that, it went off. It did not dim
out for a while to prepare her for darkness, was on one moment, the next it was
off. Or was she too blinded by their honeymoon to see it coming?
Close friends and family brought
her to a psychiatrist, but the sessions did not help. She would not believe the
argument that she was not responsible… that he and only he were at fault. How
could that be? He had always been so perfect, spontaneous, a real and modern
gentleman. A manly man. She still wonders what it is that she did wrong, or
what she had failed to do right. Did she not love him well enough?
She’d given him wholly
all that she could. Her heart, soul and body. She’d walked down the aisle into
his arms and given the rest of her life to him. Before God and all humanity, he’d
promised her forever. The very ground he walked on, she worshiped.
Now she needs to find out
what made him forsake his vows to her. Was she too nagging? Did she make him mad? Had she drain his
manhood out of him? If he had dumped her for
another woman, she might have learnt to understand that, but a fellow man? It still
labors her thoughts and weighs down her spirit.
But the one thing she regrets the most is not having being there to protect him.
She should have shielded him
when society stoned him with pebbles of scorn, stones of contempt and rocks of
disdain. Maybe then he might have rethought his suicide and lived a little bit
longer. Isn't love supposed to protect?
