A Deity In My Marriage.

What's really going on?

Today he feels different. Years of living together with him, had at least given her this sense, for nothing.

His soul lies exposed even in his quietitude.

Something is not right.

He's looking fleeting; he is not cosy enough; not warm too; whatever he did with her, he did after a lot of avoidance; he did as a duty.

"Where is love? Where is that belongingness, that intimacy, that magic?!"

She knew the thief. The thief who knew what exactly has to been manipulated on the naive fool.

Sunaina knew this thief who had sucked the sweetness out of their marriage. The proclaimed deity.

Are we not supposed to share our ripe, sweet, luscious mangoes of martial cove with this deity? This deity clever and crafty sucks in the sweetness and lo and behold returns the entire fruit to her.Whole, pulpy, ripe, but now tasteless.

This is what most marriages turn into when you're foolish not to be involved into your family with love and care. When your ego rules unnecessarily. You stop becoming reasonable, the only concern is to feel strong, and in power. Eating away the happiness and hearts of those who honestly belong to you. When you think you are more important than them.Than her.

When your mother or the other one is a deity, and your child's mother reduced to a picture of piety.