Predicament, What about Mirabelle?

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 24, 2018

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Did she have to wake again, not another day, Mirabelle could hear the dull thump of rain against the window panes. The rain was not the most disruptive noise however, no, it was the lump of flesh beside her, his breath stirred the silent air with a low rumble. It would not do her well to try and move the mountain, if he stirred it would risk wake, and god forbid he would be awoken from his slumber. A barrage of tongue lashings would follow, no doubt.

Instead she propped herself up her silk gown sliding easily against the cotton, she held her breath as she removed herself from the bed and straightened the duvet. The floor was cold, a jolt to the system and in some ways unwelcome, how she longed to remain in that dreamy state, where the world was beautiful. Nature unchallenged by concrete, a peaceful haven and beyond that she felt fulfilled. How strange, strangers in her sleep were more prolific than her current husband. She was cold, lonely and untouched again. For years she had argued back and fourth in her head as to whether or not it was her fault, it hurt, although in some respects the lack of attention was a pleasant surprise. In the past she had elicited strange desires in other men. She trusted him to some degree, but she could never quite be sure that, that was folly. It was hard, in the past she had been fed compliments, ‘Your eyes are beautiful.’ ‘Your lips feel so good against my skin.’ (and elsewhere on unmentionables). ‘Your beautiful.’ ‘You’re sexy.’ And although she was a creature of desire she was never the cherished girlfriend. Fleeting affairs were followed by relationships that never worked out. She had become so sick and tired and she questioned whether or not she had settled out of sheer frustration. Now however she had become utterly frustrated, had she somehow lost her sex appeal?

There was a story about a woman named Julie, her husband loved her dearly and saw her as a picture of perfection, she was angelic in his eyes, pure. But Mirabelle doubted the husband was withholding completely. How could he, he was a man after all, she rolled her eyes. So, what was Julie’s husband up to? At home he seemed devoted, he brought her flowers and kissed her goodnight, every night, he gave her a home took care of her when she was ill, unlike Mirabelle and her husband Julie and hers rarely argued. Julie felt foolish, how could she be upset or angry when he was so good to her and yet she was. She was because she was ignored when it mattered, Julie was not plain to look at, she had pretty eyes and full lips, her hair was spun like silk and coiled perfectly at the end. The story of Julie and her husband is a mystery Mirabelle knows not if Julie stayed with him, did she, she was a good woman she could not imagine her having an affair. Did she simply satisfy herself when she could, or did she eventually leave, it was unknown? And what of the husband surely, he was not devoid of desire, was he seeking company elsewhere and if he were what was to be his excuse, there would be no excuse, if this were the case then Mirabelle hoped Julie had left him. Or was he satisfying himself but if this were the case then why? Apparently, his wife had brought it up on at least some occasions in the politest manner possible. At any rate did any of this matter, Julie was not Mirabelle and their husbands were not alike.

Mirabelle was quiet in her mind, exhausted by her own predicament she was neither too polite nor embarrassed but when the occasion for discussion arose he would either get angry or simply blame it on lack of self-confidence.  No amount soothing helped either, so was she cruel to be frustrated and upset. She craved something, something he could not give her, and her heart murmured with despair. Not only that, the rejections simmered in the back of her mind and she wondered was she still as desirable as she once had been? She hated the fact her confidence was leaking, bit by bit and she could not help but wonder if he purposely wanted to crush her.


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