I’m sure it all meant something at one time. Surely, I couldn’t have married him just for the money and the nice houses. The deluxe holidays every second weekend were a draw card but there had to be more. I did love him. His drive and passion were intoxicating. His ability to latch onto and devour anything he wanted. It was glorious being swept up in his desire, caught by the sheer veracity of his need. He whisked me into his dreams where I was eager to serve and please him just as he sought to please me.
All that has passed, now it is just the back of his head and sniping comments he throws over his shoulder. I still serve his desires but from a distance. It is only from afar that safety teases me and embraces my want to hide from the light his presence has cast upon me. It is only a few more years, his appetite for his current position won’t last, and finally I will be free again. I will be able to be myself again, not merely his prop.