Mabel's diary: The Couple (02)

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The perfect way on how to take away my decaying life filled my grave mind as I celebrated my 49th year old birthday yesterday.

The poisonous substance glared at me, daring me to consume it. Whispering to me to swallow everything without a single drop left.

I failed again for the twentieth time.

Finally, I settled for a tranquilizer. I must have slept for over twenty-four hours before the loud knocks and screams from the Anderson’s threw me up from my sleep.

I am a psychologist, a motivator, a counselor.

This is all you will know about me for now.


THE STORY

The Anderson’s have been my neighbor for close to two years now. Laura Anderson is still much the same as I met her six years ago when they came newly as tenants into my apartment.

Nothing has changed much about Laura’s physical appearance. She still has the same slim and very appalling figure. Her smile is still much the same as the beauty of a peacock in broad daylight.

But her eyes…. They have lost the gayness that used to be in them. Now, deeply colored with so much fury and bitterness.

She now walks with a certain roughness. Throwing troubled hands and legs in an uncomfortable way.

I was there at the early stage of their marriage, when they would go out together, clinging to each other and they would return late in the evening filling the street with their pretty laughter.

But Laura soon became a tigress. Daniel Anderson became a hungry lion too. Their marriage fell apart.

They craved to rip each other apart with screams, tears and well -designed blows.

Despite how tired I was, I rushed down to their call. My legs were heavy with fear as I ran down the stairs to attend to the couple, seeking to suck each other’s blood.

When I got down. It was a terrible sight.

Laura was covered in a torn towel revealing sexual parts of her body while Daniel had his singlet folded in Laura’s thirsty hand.

I had barely said a word when Laura broke into her heartbreaking tears. She ran into my opened hands and wept all her fears and anger.

When she was done, she jumped with an indescribable fierceness.

“I should never have married you. You make my life a living hell”

Daniel replied angrily “Laura, you are not the woman I married. You have become so cruel. I am almost forced to say you are a witch”

At his words, Laura ran towards him and flung herself on his body.

“You are not the man I married too. Nothing that I do seems to please you” Laura cried harder.

“Mabel, do you know this thing I call my husband hasn't spoken to me for days” This time she screamed harder. A thick bead of sweat quickly streamed down her face and neck.

I watched them dig out memories from the past, the present and they had even painted stories about their assumed bitter future.

After an hour, the argument died down. Weakly, I walked into my room and came down with two boxes. The boxes were filled with pieces of paper.

“Write out all that you have against each other. Write down each other’s offences. Everything. Don’t leave anything out” I said, peering into the sad eyes of the couple.

“I am sure we will get to the root of your problems” I quickly added before leading them to their separate rooms.

Three hours later.

The fuming couple came back into the sitting room with their boxes.

“Sit together” I started.

“No” They barked angrily in unison.

“Who would go first?”

None of them replied but after staring and studying them for few minutes, I picked Laura.

patiently, I gave out the rule. Daniel would open Laura’s box and read her notes while Laura would do same for Daniel.

The couple agreed. The tournament began.

Clouded with fear, Daniel opened Laura’s box with trembling hands.

Laura’s box had over a hundred offenses. In her box, she poured out all he had ever done to her. All the times he hurt her, got her angry, made her feel she made the wrong choice in marrying me.

As Daniel read her notes, his lips started to tremble until a sad tear escaped his eyes.

I knew exactly what he was thinking, he couldn't bear to imagine he had hurt her that much.

After an hour, we read all Laura’s note.

“My turn” Laura barked, dragging Daniel’s box.

Impatiently, she ripped the box apart and turned it upside down but nothing but a single piece of paper crumbled out.

I watched Laura intently: She rose to her feet in a shock. Her weak legs failed her so she fell to a kneel. Briskly, her hand reached for the single piece of paper.

She read it in a stammer…
“I LOVE… YOU TOO MUCH THAN I WANT …TO REMEMBER ALL… YOU EVER DID… I FORGAVE YOU...EVERYTIME”

After reading, she let out a piercing scream before bursting into dark hurtful tears.

“I am sorry. I am sorry” She repeated and repeated till I lost count.

“Welcome to me baby, welcome baby. You should know I love you too too much” He wept before carving a kiss on her forehead.

“It is my fault, Laura” Daniel pleaded.

Love is powerful, it is capable of melting an iron mountain. Sometimes silence is necessary so you can see just how much their hearts beats for you.

“No, Daniel. It’s all my fault. I take the blame”

“I take the blame too”

I knew they loved each other so much but their screams and constant fighting had drowned the feelings. They couldn't hear their heart beating for each other anymore.

“I love you too... a lot... too much” She wept.

A new couple was born. A reunion. A sweet rebirth.

I watched them cuddled in each other’s arm and deep in joyful tears before running up to my room as if I was chased.
Too weak, I fell flat on the floor before getting to my bed.

I performed my usual rituals of pulling my hair monstrously, gnashing my teeth and staring with pained eyes into the mirror, wishing I could just be as lifeless as myself in the mirror.

(A lot of people save others but they cannot help themselves. This situation weighs me down a lot.)

I, Mabel, I glanced at the bottle that contained the substance that could take away my life in just few seconds.
I reached for it. I failed again. The only reason why I failed this time was because at least I wanted to see the seed I had sowed in the couple grow.

I replayed the couple scene over and over in my head but slowly it just exposed how awful a live I had, I am living and will live.

“My tranquilizer” I coughed like a ghost.

Few seconds later.

“Mabel, we are on our way! Thank you! We love you!” The couple chorused happily.

She did not hear them. She was already deep in a deadly sleep.


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Nice one, only if fighting couple's troubles could be settled in this manner, we would have less divorce and broken homes. Sadly they all go the other way most of the time. Nice one. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I'll say this: dang this was good :)

This got me smiling.
Thank you
@greenrun

You are welcome oooooooo

Lol. I tell you. The couple are quite reasonable. That is why they even wrote it.

Mimy. This work is good. Coming from you, it was better.

✌️

Indeed your pen is always bleeding...keep it up

Not only is your descriptive powerful but you have done justice to the theme. I love this message :

Love is powerful, it is capable of melting an iron mountain. Sometimes silence is necessary so you can see just how much their hearts beats for you.

Well done @mimy

PS. I'm sorry I've been off for sometime I was quite preoccupied with a lot but we should reclaim lost time. Thanks for looking out for me too. Cheers

Thanks dear. Glad you are back.
I missed your insightful comment
@buterdaniel

Oh C'mon I missed your amazing write ups. Thank you

Its my first time checking your blog this is a nice one...i think the major issue in marriages this days is just ego especially on our part as women the act of been submissive is gradually fading away.👍

Yes, I agree with you!
I am so glad you visited.
I will become a constant visitor on your blog too
Thank you.

@phunke

Hi. This is the 2nd part? I went to your blog page to first read #1, but I do not see it. Is it lost?

Hi @arthur.grafo

No dear, It's isn't lost.

It's a series that follows Mabel's works and her life. She is a counsellor and a psychologist.

The first part is Mabel's diary: My Guardian and it's on my blog. Please read it.

#1 Mabel's diary: The Guardian

#2 Mabel's diary: The Couple

Thank you @arthur.grafo

OK, I read both. Thanks.

I hope you want me to be honest, for I would like to see you improve as a writer.

First of all, you need to improve yourr knowledge of English. For instance, you say she has an appalling body . Appalling according to the dictionary means "Strike with disgust or revulsion" Did you really mean that, or did you mean, appealing? Within the same paragraph you state

been my neighbor for close to two years now. Laura Anderson is still much the same as I met her six years ago when they came newly as tenants into my apartment.

So, are you saying they became her tenants in her apartment and then moved next door two years ago? I'm not really certain what it is you meant.

Many who write (and read our stories) on Steemit, English is not the mother tongue, so everybody tries to ignore the mistakes - and, to be honest, sometimes the mistakes are charming, even opening me to new ways of seeing what is common. That is beautiful.

However, you do have talent and I would love to see you grow as a writer. The most difficult gift to find is the gift of creativity. The rest is technical. You have the gift, so it is important you strive to improve your use of the language.

A few suggestions to get you started. Before posting here, get an english speaking friend to read and make suggestions to correct your mistakes. It must be someone you trust not to change your way of speaking, for that is part of what you bring to your stories that makes them fresh, uniquely yours and sometimes even quirky.

So that you understand why I stress this, I have been writing my story for seventeen years. I publish them in Word format or pdf, at between 700 to 1,000 Word pages (in soft cover book they equal between 1,800 to 2,600 pages per book. I have re-read each book between eight to fifteen times. Even so, each time I read one again, I find new mistakes. It is not only mistakes in grammar and spelling, often, because I am writing in a hurry, I write without completing the sentence, making it difficult for my reader to understand what or why I wrote what I did. My first story published here, a fantasy story about love and empathy, I think I have proofed it over 20 times and yet, as I see the pages appear in my post, I can't help myself, I re-read and am appalled by how many mistakes I find! A reader, at my request, informed me of two mistakes within the first page!

Even this comment, I have re-read and corrected it a number of times! Mistakes creep in when you are concentrating on what you want to say, and that is how it should be, you should only concentrate on correcting once you are done writing for the day. Try to read what you wrote a day or two later, so that you are reading as a stranger would and you will notice mistakes you would not see on the day you wrote the story.

That is it from me and I hope you accept this comment in the spirit it is meant. You must never stop writing and you must never stop learning and growing, but, also never stop having fun, enjoying your writing, even when the story hurts you (as I think this one did). If you are able to do that...can you imagine where you might end up someday?