223 wivesbehavingbadly

. " closure , " i offered .
"a listening ear .... just ring this number ."
she went away , leaving me with the leaflets .
scense from our married life .... summoned to help me counter the torture of sleeplessness .
"these are for the bride ." nathan returned from his first day back at work after our honeymoon and presented me with a bouquet of such beauty that i cried out with pleasure ." this is to make up for no flowers at the wedding "...
"broccoli needs butter  ." nathan stared at the plate when i served him up broccoli into which i had mixed pine nuts and raisins ." why do we have to gussy up vegetables ?" because ." i said , "it to make stick -in--the-mud like you sit up a little . things are  changing including broccoli ." nathan dropped his head  in his hands and groaned ." nothing is sacred ." he added ." i hate broccoli ."....
in the bedroom , i drew the bustier out of the elegant carrrier bag in which it was packed . from the bed , nathan 's eyes flicked over it ." put it on , inty . i want to see you in it ."
i looked down at it : such a pretty , sexy thing . into it i would insert a body altered by chilbirth and pretend that it wasn't .
minty ...." nathan was impatient . ." put it on . it will be like ... it used to be ."
that was what nathan wanted . he craved the sharp , heightened excitement of our affair , the novelty of his willing inventive mistress .
i gave a tiny sigh , and did as he asked and thus accoutred , joined my husband on the bed - but i was no longer willing or inventive for i carried a tally of the past , of routine and fatigue . no bustier would ever mask those ....