Date: 3/19/2020
By amandalyle
I had big plans to rearrange my living room. I had all these ideas flying around my head. I was just waiting for my husband to leave for the evening. He had plans to meet up with some work colleagues for drinks. When he left, I suddenly felt really tired. Too tired to be pushing furniture around. I went to bed for what felt like hours, but when I woke up, it was only 8pm. I’d only been asleep for half an hour. I was a bit disoriented. I checked my phone and saw that my husband had posted a video online. It was this dramatic dance video (much like Michael Jackson’s ‘Earth’ song) but in some 3rd world country. Some crazyass white dude in a mass of starving African children, singing joyfully. I vividly remember doing an eyeroll. When I walked downstairs, the house was in a mess. My husband had left crap everywhere. I was frustrated, because I had big plans for reorganising everything. Despite, searching the whole house. I couldn’t find him. It was all very odd. “Where the heck is she?” I thought. Next scene; I had gone over to my friends house for dinner. His parents were there, so I waved at them. His sister and her friend also joined. I also saw that my friend (who I haven’t spoken to in while) was there also. I didn’t know how to feel about it aside awkward. “Did you invite her?” I asked. “No, she just came.” He replied. We all sat down at the table and ate in silence. It was unbearable. Next scene; My mum had remembered that it was Mother’s Day and was looking at clocks to buy her mother-in-law(?!) They were really tacky, but I didn’t have the heart to tell her. In the end, she decided not to bother and we left the store. As we walked outside, my ‘7-year-old son, Alex, was running around in just a nappy. “Alex! What are you doing?” I gasped, mortified.