Again this morning! Lately, started to hate mornings. Why should I like them? People say, “It’s the beginning of a new day.” But what if this new day brings no happiness? Instead of waking up at 10, I now have to screech myself out of a comfortable bed at 7 and barely opening eyes go to the shower. All this hell began when I got married. Everyone wanted a good and rich husband for me. Well, except for my aunt, who wanted to marry Mr. Rich herself. And I did what everyone was expecting of me. I got married to the man I never loved and never will. And hear comes the nice part. He has recently decided not to have any other men working in our house and fired the cook, the housekeeper, and the chauffer. And as he cannot drive, cook or put away his dirty socks, he employed me to do all of it. Now I have to get up early to make a breakfast, which should include only the freshest products just form the market. Also I need to clean up all the mess he left after his little party last night. I just wonder, how come he did not wake me up at 2 a.m. to clean it. I guess, he was too drunk to move. By the way, where is he? OK, one sock here, one boot there, this shirt isn’t even his one! The flowerpot lies broken on an expensive Chinese rug... Wait a second, I do not remember having this rug. And strange... Why are there no wedding pictures? He already took them off? That is how much he loves me?! He hid our wedding pictures, not wanting anyone to see that he is married!
Oh my gosh! Clothes thrown everywhere lead to the bedroom... Yeah, recognize this sock with a hole in it! He would never repair it! ... Wait a second, who is in the bed? Where’s my husband? Hey, you! Where’s my husband? Yeah-yeah... Good morning, baby? Where’s Bill? What’s that question? Of course, I am married! Who are you? What are you doing in my house? And where’s Bill? WHAT? This is YOUR house? Oh... You are right... So, what’s your name again?
I wonder, what exactly happened yesterday...