Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Breakfast at Suburbia

Breakfast  courtesy of Magpie Tales this week
Happy Easter!

"Breakfast? You must be joking. You know I never eat breakfast", she said.

"But I've made it especially for you, eggs, bacon, the lot. A surprise!", he said.

He had and the evidence of this magnificent feast littered the kitchen worktops. She cringed when she saw the remnants of an egg that hadn't quite made it into the frying pan cooking itself slowly on the heat of the stove.

But she didn't care now. She knew she wouldn't be here to clean it off and tidy it up later.

"You did remember to book the day off work? he asked enthusiastically? "I've got something special planned. I think you'll like it".

"Yes, yes I did", she answered.

Her mind drifted back to last night. What had she been thinking of? Why had she had so much to drink? It was the red wine, she knew she shouldn't drink that last glass but she did and it was then that she decided. By the end of the evening her mind had been made up. She couldn't do it any more. She couldn't pretend to be happy. She wanted to be free. Free to be herself, free to be her own person, free to hear her own voice, not the voices of her husband, her children, her family. It was all getting too much. She needed space, some time for herself. She was beginning to feel like Toby's hamster in the cage, running on that wheel, getting faster and faster and going ... nowhere. She knew she just needed to get off that wheel and lie down in a cool meadow in the peace and quiet for a day or two. She needed to collect her thoughts, to collect whatever remained of herself before life had smothered her in this domestic drudgery. Sure, she had a beautiful home, a loving husband and three reasonably behaved kids but there was nothing for her any more. She was wife, mum, sister and daughter. But who else? She so wanted to be someone else right now. She so wanted to be somewhere else right now. But where? Where would she go? What would she do? She hadn't worked since they married and that was ten years ago. Was she brave enough to go? Could she be herself somewhere else? Could she make it on her own? She knew it would be a lonely journey. She knew she had to do it. It was now or never.

If only he didn't love her so much, it would be so much easier.

"Come on, hurry up, you've got a long journey ahead of you", he smiled. 

He was so right, as always. 


  1. I'm sure many will identify with this tale...

  2. Me again - looks like you are fairly new to blogging? Can I ask that you think about enabling your email? That way, when you leave a comment, it's not sent from 'noreply-comment', which blocks communication. A blogpal explained it all to me early on in my Bloglearning days! LOL

  3. you've captured the claustrophobia of this point in marriage very well - in the next chapter, something endures ...

  4. I can identify with this. Very well expressed.

  5. Capturing the experience well...

  6. A lovely story Mary, I could do with a lie down in that meadow myself.

  7. Here's to a better future, then...

  8. Many men & women can relate to this. It's so sad when one reaches this point in a marriage. You did well with this one. Thanks for sharing.

  9. ouch- painful to read this...well written


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