I
stole her wedding ring. On purpose. From right under her pretty little nose.
While she slept, I snuck into her husband’s head and danced his favorite dance.
As she worked to tie ends that he wasn’t man enough to make meet, he layed in
my bed, buried by blue cotton sheets. I made sure he always had white pillow
cases. He said they made him feel like a king. I liked dating royalty.
As she
cut chicken and boiled pasta, he snuck away to enjoy my lips in the back of his
car. My ass at our favorite gas station. Other parts of me in the Burger King
parking lot. I slipped into her home when the lights were out, through hushed
phone calls and late night text messages. I was there in the pocket of his size
34 waist dress pants, wearing only his favorite blue and white neck tie. I
crept in on their anniversary dinner. Him saying he had to get to work.
Something urgent had come up.
That’s
when she suspected that someone had invaded her home. She started to smell the
perfume on his collared shirts. She started to time his meetings. His golf
games. His trips to the grocery store. She waited up for him one night. And
asked him about the pink socks in his car that weren’t hers. Confronted him
about the smell on his chin. He liked when I sat on his face. Naughty. She
yelled that she never wore glitter, but there it was on the crotch of his
pants.
And
just like that I had slithered into her home and stole her wedding ring. She
yanked it off her finger and tossed it at his head. And it was mine. To have
and to hold. Until death do us part. Sneaky. Cunning. Clever. I wouldn’t say I
was a thief, but I sure did have the ability to steal. Her life. Her sanity.
Her peace of mind. I have it all. And she never saw it coming.
Now as
I admire her platinum setting diamond ring on my left ring finger, it’s all so
bitter sweet. I love this man. I’ve worked hard to make him mine. Plotted.
Schemed. Waited patiently as the walls came crumbling down around her perfect like
head. I had played my part and came out victorious. There was no better
feeling. Until I began to wonder, who would be the bandit to come and make the
walls fall in my own castle. When would my burglar come? Who is going to come
and steal my wedding ring from me?
