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Her |
| Written by Michelle Huff | |
| Thursday, 21 February 2008 | |
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Share it:      Marcia had a good life. It was happy. She was in love, and when you're in love, everything is perfect. The sky is bluer, the grass is greener, and everything has more color. Yep, her life was perfect, except for one thing. Her. She was still in his life. And Marcia hated Her. Oh, She could have been the perfectly most wonderful woman, and under other circumstances they might have been good friends, but as it was, Marcia wanted Her gone. Marcia wasn't sure what originally led Steve to looking for someone else. But he had found her, and they had a great relationship. The complimented each other like peanut butter and jelly. Life was good both in and out of the bedroom. He treated her like a queen and in turn she treated him like a king. Sparks flew whenever they were together and they knew that they were made for each other. Marcia knew that life wasn't a bucket of cherries. She had been around the block a few times herself and knew that they weren't just going to drop everything to be with each other. They both had families and responsibilities. Yes it would be nice to run away from everything and everybody, but they both knew that this was an impossibility. Marcia loved her children and she understood why Steve didn't want to leave his. That was part of the reason that she loved him so. If only Marcia could get rid of Her. She dreamt of ways to get Her out of Steve's life. Nasty Emails, prank calls....nah, that didn't seem good enough. Marcia would love to be the kind of woman that walked up to Her and said, "Apparently you can't give your husband what I can." But Marcia knew that she wasn't mean-spirited like that and knew that she would never tell Her that. Besides that might make Steve mad at Marcia, and that's the last thing that should happen. Marcia liked to sit and think all day about ways to get Her out of his life. She didn't see Steve leaving Her anytime soon. Marcia wasn't sure why; but that's the way it was. Marcia had dreams about pushing Her off a cliff. But since they lived in one of the flatter parts of America, cliffs were hard to come by. Marcia thought about pushing Her in front of a train, a car, anything. But she knew that she would never be able to pull it off. Steve talked about Her and how bitchy She was. Marcia wanted to tell him, then LEAVE. But she knew that his children played a huge part of why he was there. She also knew that somewhere he had loved Her at some point in time; perhaps he still did. Marcia knew that she needed to wait and bide her time. She knew that Steve loved her and that she loved Steve. The only obstacle was Her. What to do, what to do. Marcia hated having thoughts like this, but she wanted to be with Steve more than anything else in the world. Part of Marcia felt like a stalker and she knew that she wasn't that way. But thoughts of how to get rid of Her started to consume her. Marcia had no one to talk to about it and the ideas began to fester in her head. She knew that Steve would think she was mental if he knew, so she didn't even begin to talk to him about it. Marcia thought of a hit man, a gun, poison; but she knew that she needed something that was untraceable to her. Someone suggested that ground up peach pits would make a good poison. Marcia thought about that, but wasn't sure how she would get peach pits into Her food. Marcia actually didn't want her to die; she just wanted Her to go away. Time continued to pass. Steve claimed he loved her, and Marcia loved him. She still looked for ways to get Her out of his life. She thought of everything. But there never seemed to be a good enough solution. Marcia knew she couldn't live with the guilt of killing Her, and she wasn't sure how Steve would take to the fact that his wife had been killed. She didn't want him to freak out and go into mourning over Her. That would never do. One day Steve called Marcia. His wife was in the hospital. She had been diagnosed with terminal cancer that was eating away at Her brain. Marcia was saddened by that fact. She knew that she wanted Her gone, but the loss of another human's life still pulled at her. She went to the hospital for morale support. Steve looked like crap. Instantly, Marcia was ashamed at all the nasty thoughts she had ever had about getting rid of his wife. Steve looked up at her as his eyes were filled with tears. He held out his hand to take hers. "All these years," he started to tell her, "All these years, I have loved two women, and it has been so hard on me and on you. She never knew about you, and although you knew about Her, you never demanded anything from me. You understood that I loved Her too and that I couldn't leave my family. Please stay by me for a little longer." Marcia sat down quietly. She knew what it was like to love more than one. She had been there at the beginning of their relationship too. Waiting sucked, and she was torn. She loved Steve and knew that's what love was. Patience and waiting and giving. She would even wait for him forever if that's what it took. She laid her head on his shoulder and he kissed the top of her head. She knew that this could be the end of her waiting, but she actually did want Her to make it through. What kind of human being would she be if she wanted Her to die? Marcia sighed as she snuggled against Steve to show him that she was there for him. Yeah, life was perfect. Now if only she could get rid of Her..... Copyright 2008 Michelle Huff |
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