She hates him.
She hates him from the bottom of her heart.

For leaving her waiting today at the mall. For the way he constantly ignores her when there's a match on the TV. For the way he stares at the neighbour's wife and comments on her better sense of dressing. For making her give up her job to stay at home and look after the kids. For making fun of her weight gain following the pregnancy even though his own belly has grown since the marriage.

She has had it. And tonight she will confront him on this. She is not his slave that he can treat her anyway he wants. He's not anything great that she should have to sit quietly and bear with all this.. in fact, it's not as if...

Her thought is interrupted by the message tone of her mobile. Annoyed, she glances at this intrusion into her thoughts. It's from him.

She smiles. What a sweetheart he is. She really is blessed to have him in her life. Everyone says so. She loves him for the way he lets her sleep on his lap while he watches the match. How he agrees the neighbour's wife ass is huge and so she needs glamourous dresses to hide her elephant thighs. For giving her two wonderful kids. For being there in the delivery room, holding her hand even though he's scared of hospitals.
She smiles as she gets into the shower and lets the hot water embrace her.

She loves him.
She loves him from the bottom of her heart.

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