“A Wife’s Sacred Duty to her Husband”

 

A WIFE’S SACRED DUTY TO HER HUSBAND
“Desdemona was unjustly accused.  Othello’s was a detestable lout”, Auntie Carol thought as she spray starched he husband’s work shirts.  She mused about the unjustness of it all.  Herman would never fall prey to an iago, the hateful wretch.  “I am so happy to have my Herman/Emma Enigma, (Herman, of course was a hermaphrodite and a psycho therapist.)  One couldn’t tell whether he was coming or going, so to speak and he had two separate personalities, a man and a woman.  He was a specialist in dissociative disorders.   Who better?
 
Auntie Carol took pride in her role as “help-mate” to her husband.  She believed in being
the woman behind the man.” Every evening she greeted him with a “hello, darling “ and a kiss just like on “Father Knows Best”, an old sit com.  As the Bible says, “Cleave unto youe man.”  This was her motto.  Every evening she was there with his slippers, his Wall Street Journal, and a snifter of Remy Martin.  He settled into his cozy chair, and she sat in his lap like a smiling geisha.  She cheered his victories and put salve on his wounds She would say, “Darling, the girl was a bipolar noir poet.  She had a bad attitude about life.  You couldn’t have prevented her suicide.”
 
“If only I had caught it in time.  She gave me signed copies of her three books and a copy of  her will.  She was the Siamese twin that lived for Christ’s sake and her disastrous search for a
Soul mate.  She was always crying out for love and never getting it.  Her neediness and insane fits of jealousy always drove them away, and then was the guy she held at knife point for two days.  He left the country to avoid ever seeing her again. I tried and tried, but when she did a strip tease in my office, I had to refer her elsewhere.  In the end I threw her away just like all the others had.  I should have handled the transference better than I did.  She always said God let the wrong twin die, shoulda’ been her.”
“Darling,” said Auntie Carol.  “Let me say it crudely.  A woman’s got to take care of her own ass.  No man is a leaning post.  A bird flies on his own two wings”.

Then he launched a tirade against Betsy, the Bull Dyke, saying if she had balls she’d be a man.
 
“Darling, I just abhor all those hoity toity career woman who have this drive to achieve.  A woman’s place is behind a man to shore him up form life’s disappointments.   After all it is an honor to stand in reflected light,” said Auntie Carol. “ By the way, dear, I’ve prepared a scrumptious dinner.  Beef Bourgeonne. Green beans almondine, fruit compote a la Truman Compote and Key Lime Pie.  And we shall have  Patron Margaritas, your fave!!  Nothing is too good for my man.”
 
“What did I do to deserve such a woman, said   Herman.
 
“You proposed, Darling.   You proposed,” replied Auntie Carol.A WIFE’S SACRED DUTY TO HER HUSBAND
“Desdemona was unjustly accused.  Othello’s was a detestable lout”, Auntie Carol thought as she spray starched he husband’s work shirts.  She mused about the unjustness of it all.  Herman would never fall prey to an iago, the hateful wretch.  “I am so happy to have my Herman/Emma Enigma, (Herman, of course was a hermaphrodite and a psycho therapist.)  One couldn’t tell whether he was coming or going, so to speak and he had two separate personalities, a man and a woman.  He was a specialist in dissociative disorders.   Who better?
 
Auntie Carol took pride in her role as “help-mate” to her husband.  She believed in being
the woman behind the man.” Every evening she greeted him with a “hello, darling “ and a kiss just like on “Father Knows Best”, an old sit com.  As the Bible says, “Cleave unto youe man.”  This was her motto.  Every evening she was there with his slippers, his Wall Street Journal, and a snifter of Remy Martin.  He settled into his cozy chair, and she sat in his lap like a smiling geisha.  She cheered his victories and put salve on his wounds She would say, “Darling, the girl was a bipolar noir poet.  She had a bad attitude about life.  You couldn’t have prevented her suicide.”
 
“If only I had caught it in time.  She gave me signed copies of her three books and a copy of  her will.  She was the Siamese twin that lived for Christ’s sake and her disastrous search for a
Soul mate.  She was always crying out for love and never getting it.  Her neediness and insane fits of jealousy always drove them away, and then was the guy she held at knife point for two days.  He left the country to avoid ever seeing her again. I tried and tried, but when she did a strip tease in my office, I had to refer her elsewhere.  In the end I threw her away just like all the others had.  I should have handled the transference better than I did.  She always said God let the wrong twin die, shoulda’ been her.”
“Darling,” said Auntie Carol.  “Let me say it crudely.  A woman’s got to take care of her own ass.  No man is a leaning post.  A bird flies on his own two wings”.

Then he launched a tirade against Betsy, the Bull Dyke, saying if she had balls she’d be a man.
 
“Darling, I just abhor all those hoity toity career woman who have this drive to achieve.  A woman’s place is behind a man to shore him up form life’s disappointments.   After all it is an honor to stand in reflected light,” said Auntie Carol. “ By the way, dear, I’ve prepared a scrumptious dinner.  Beef Bourgeonne. Green beans almondine, fruit compote a la Truman Compote and Key Lime Pie.  And we shall have  Patron Margaritas, your fave!!  Nothing is too good for my man.”
 
“What did I do to deserve such a woman, said   Herman.
 
“You proposed, Darling.   You proposed,” replied Auntie Carol.A WIFE’S SACRED DUTY TO HER HUSBAND
“Desdemona was unjustly accused.  Othello’s was a detestable lout”, Auntie Carol thought as she spray starched he husband’s work shirts.  She mused about the unjustness of it all.  Herman would never fall prey to an iago, the hateful wretch.  “I am so happy to have my Herman/Emma Enigma, (Herman, of course was a hermaphrodite and a psycho therapist.)  One couldn’t tell whether he was coming or going, so to speak and he had two separate personalities, a man and a woman.  He was a specialist in dissociative disorders.   Who better?
 
Auntie Carol took pride in her role as “help-mate” to her husband.  She believed in being
the woman behind the man.” Every evening she greeted him with a “hello, darling “ and a kiss just like on “Father Knows Best”, an old sit com.  As the Bible says, “Cleave unto youe man.”  This was her motto.  Every evening she was there with his slippers, his Wall Street Journal, and a snifter of Remy Martin.  He settled into his cozy chair, and she sat in his lap like a smiling geisha.  She cheered his victories and put salve on his wounds She would say, “Darling, the girl was a bipolar noir poet.  She had a bad attitude about life.  You couldn’t have prevented her suicide.”
 
“If only I had caught it in time.  She gave me signed copies of her three books and a copy of  her will.  She was the Siamese twin that lived for Christ’s sake and her disastrous search for a
Soul mate.  She was always crying out for love and never getting it.  Her neediness and insane fits of jealousy always drove them away, and then was the guy she held at knife point for two days.  He left the country to avoid ever seeing her again. I tried and tried, but when she did a strip tease in my office, I had to refer her elsewhere.  In the end I threw her away just like all the others had.  I should have handled the transference better than I did.  She always said God let the wrong twin die, shoulda’ been her.”
“Darling,” said Auntie Carol.  “Let me say it crudely.  A woman’s got to take care of her own ass.  No man is a leaning post.  A bird flies on his own two wings”.

Then he launched a tirade against Betsy, the Bull Dyke, saying if she had balls she’d be a man.
 
“Darling, I just abhor all those hoity toity career woman who have this drive to achieve.  A woman’s place is behind a man to shore him up form life’s disappointments.   After all it is an honor to stand in reflected light,” said Auntie Carol. “ By the way, dear, I’ve prepared a scrumptious dinner.  Beef Bourgeonne. Green beans almondine, fruit compote a la Truman Compote and Key Lime Pie.  And we shall have  Patron Margaritas, your fave!!  Nothing is too good for my man.”
 
“What did I do to deserve such a woman, said   Herman.
 
“You proposed, Darling.   You proposed,” replied Auntie Carol.

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About Carol Bond

I, auntiecarol69, am a poetry and prose writer. My comic Novella, CATFISH JOE is on Barnes & Noble.com, Amazon.com & iUniverse.com. I have two other unpublished properties, a book of Noir Poems of Tainted Love, a full length novel (LA GITANA) that is about a Machiavellian 17th century gypsy who becomes courtezan to Louis XIV, the Sun King. I got my degree in English & anthropology. It has been as useful as a bullet to the head. I write The Black Orchid, Wanda Lust a & Auntie Carol. Lynda or Lady Lynda creates the Lady Lynda & Seymour Toze part of the BLOG. A brilliant person and my co-writer, Lynda got her degree in art history. We both try not to get historical (hysterical).
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