Shh… I have a secret and I hide it well. Dashing, charming and quite the ladies man. Well liked by most, and often called The golden boy . He is determined, well-connected, and above all chose me to be his bride, But I know something you don’t know. I know his secret and I hide it well.
The beginning was good, until it wasn’t. Shocked and ashamed I couldn’t eat, and had to be hospitalized. They said I was malnourished, and even gave me some electrolytes to take home. My potassium was low and had to be replaced. Over the years I have learned makeup tricks, and how to place clothing strategically. No one will know his secret, Nor will they see my battle scars.. It’s my fault. I make him do it. If I just would not push him, then I would be fine.
Shh.. I have a secret and I hide it well. Sitting in my corner office I am powerful and on top of the world. As I reach in my desk and pull out the flask with just one sip, to get me through. The sparkle of her diamonds catch my eye. I hope she likes it.. Stupid Bitch. She made me do it. Dinner should be on the table at six on the dot and not a minute later. Why couldn’t she do it. I don’t want to hurt her. Now I must apologize and show her how happy we can be if she would just behave. Others respect me, others listen to me. I take just one more sip and I am ready to go.
Shh.. I have a secret and I hide it well. He brought home a dress from his week out-of-town. The latest fashions he said. It was truly beautiful, but it did not fit.That is where the argument began. He doesn’t want me to change. The woman he married weighed 122lbs. and I am not to change. We argued too long and dinner was late. He really hates it when dinner is late. His temper reached the point of no return. I can still feel the sting of his hand on my cheek. The bruise on my back from being pushed against the cabinet. The belly stayed protected. I am good at shielding it from the blows.
Shh... I managed to keep my secret. I am carrying the spawn of satan and he can never know. I hid the nausea so he would not suspect. The weight gain is beginning and I must act fast. He will be home soon…..
Shh...Coming home from work, in a wonderful mood. The meeting went well and it’s the perfect night for making love with my wife. I came home to dinner ready at six pm. Followed by the best apple pie. It’s my mom’s recipe, The woman did good, and deserves her present. Once I received my nightly cocktail , I gave her the bracelet. She jumped for joy and with that sinfully lustful look we kissed. We made love all night, and I went to sleep a happy man. I am on top, I am the man and now she knows it! Night night, sleep tight.
Shh.. He came home that night to his favorite shepherds pie. He was happy, a rare sight to my eyes. His meeting went well. I served up a slice of his moms famous apple pie with the perfect flaky crust, and just barely golden on the outside. Seeing him like this reminded me of the good days. He ate his pie, while I made his nightly cocktail. No need to ask , I know my wifely duties. After taking a sip, he gets this smile on his face, tells me that it is a little tangy tonight but he likes the change. With a sigh of relief, I offer a big smile. He shows me my present. Most arguments are followed with expensive gifts, and forcibly takes my lips. The taste of whiskey on his tongue but I politely obliged. A good wife never turns away her husband.
I am taken to our room where we begin to make love. His hot, sweaty body with the taste of sour whiskey. I will never miss the combination. As I try to wake him the next morning, His cold lifeless body is still. Screaming so loud that the neighbors hear. I begin to call 911.
The coroner said that his heart simply just stopped. He had a heart attack, and it could not be helped. I cried and mourned as the perfect wife should. accepted condolences, and then asked for a minute alone with my husband. With my back turned to the rest of our family,a thought flashed in my head. When potassium levels are dangerously high, the heart can slowly and silently stop. No signs of distress, just a peaceful sleep. So as I leaned in and rubbed the coffin that holds the corpse of my husband, with the faintest of whispers and a smile on my face I simply said
Shh… I have a secret and I will hide it Well…
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