Pussy had become a burden to me. Her presence upset me. I did not know how to get rid of her.
You will be surprised to learn that we were once inseparable. She was the apple of my eye. I called her fondly ‘my oxygen’. Indeed, she was. I virtually breathed her; and thought I could not survive without her.
How my love for her vanished is inexplicable. I just found myself in love with another woman, Lena who was not half as beautiful as Pussy but I never wanted to see Pussy again. I was so much in love with Rena that I felt if we did not get married I could die. But how was this going to happen with me still married to Pussy?
I was worried and tense. Great, however, was my relieve when I got home one afternoon to find a letter from Pussy telling me she was leaving me; that she could not bear me any longer; that she was flying off with another man with whom she had been deeply in love for the last five years.
“She had been cheating on me for so long,” I screamed; felt angry and jealous but relieved. I was free to marry Lena.
My head almost blew off when I got a note from Lena telling me her wedding with the love of her life was scheduled the next week; and I would never see her again as they had scheduled a trip to Algeria the day after their wedding; and would live and work there the rest of their lives.