I am sitting in the silence,
Watching the blinding skies weep,
Utterly content with life.
A number I do not recognise.
Pick up phone, lay it back down.
Answer it in the end.
It's a call to attempt rubbing salt into wounds that do not exist.
Attempting to add fuel to a fire that only burns in the caller's mind.
'Hello, love, Happy Mother's Day,
Is Aik a disturbed kid as his dad's never around?
Oh. And poor you.
Still no man to keep you warm?
My hubby(ugh) and I just came back from holiday
We talked of you there
How you're stuck with a son and no life. Oops, sorry.
We spoke of how you must envy us
And well, I wouldn't blame you.
You're younger, smarter, prettier,
And still ended up such loser *giggle*'
If I were half as spiteful as you are.
I might then mention that the man you gloat of
Is sleeping around with at least two other women I know.
Or I might point out how ridiculous it is for a child lover
To refrain from having kids in case you get 'too fat' for your man.
Or what a loss it is
That you gave up on your career,
The one you worked so hard to build,
Because your 'hubby' can't trust you outside the house
Honestly, love, I envy no one
And especially not such a farce of a life.
I have my son, who is my life.
I earn enough to provide for him through work I love.
I have complete independence and freedom.
I am content. My son is happy.
What more can one want?
I wish you well, but I won't waste anymore time on you.