“Honey, I think between us should be over”, he said with an absent voice, sipping the once warm tea she brought him to bed, as usual.

The blonde, gorgeous lady at his side didn’t reply. She just stared at him with a surprised look in her carefully painted face, manicured fingers on her trembling lips. Then, she simply went back to the kitchen. He loved an healthy breakfast.

“That’s the problem within you and me: we don’t spoke anymore. Frankly, you bore me.”

She took a sip of tea too, darting a smile to him. She was confident that eventually, even that outburst, that torrent of words would fade. It always happened

“You bored me when we met, too chatty and tomboyish as you were, you bore me now. Don’t you have a bloody mirror? You seem a Barbie doll now! I used to like it, but now…”

But now she didn’t understand. They were perfect once, meant for each other. He always took good care of her, and she always did her best to be a perfect wife, care and share…