Life Is Not Fair

Okay, I'm going to call her Pricilla, but that's not her name. I was her best friend. She was not my best friend. I was her best friend because no one else could tolerate someone as intrinsically selfish, self-centred as her.  

This is not to infer that I was her best friend every day in the week. No. If anyone came along that she wanted to impress, I was dropped. Only when there was no one else would I be recycled.  

Anyway, she decided to marry a rich older man from Primary school. She added reasons as she got older, 

She loved money, so it was no surprise she wanted a rich man; an older man so that "When I'm Forty, he'll be over Sixty and I'll still look good to him."

She married the older man, the rich older man.  I loved my shoes more than she loved him.  In fact  she was so uninterested in him that she never cared where he was, when, so there was no questions.  If he came home at six or ten, she never asked him where he was.  She asked him about his business, about anything. 

Her conversations concerned spending his money. She had a helper and a cook, and had him send her to school so she could get a job he arranged for her with one of his big friends.  She lived at her job because she never wanted to go home, unless she was having a dinner or party.

After about seven years, he wanted children, and she decided okay; I'll give him two and done. So she gave him two.  He had to hire a nanny, because she was busy and didn't want her mother to move in.
Pris didn't want her mother there either, which is why she suggested it.

She was as interested in her kids as she was in her husband.  However, just as with her husband, she was able to emulate the 'perfect' wife and mother.

Her husband adored her, her kids worshipped her, and she lived her life as if she were absolutely free.

Her kids went to school, then extra lessons and tennis, piano, swimming, whatever could keep them away from the house until five, so could provoke her husband hiring a chauffeur.

By the time Pris was forty, her husband was a tired sixty three, who had retired, but she found him part time work somewhere making him believe that he couldn't just stay home.

Her kids were packed off to University as they graduated High School, getting a very brief vacation, because it was important they get used to the new environment and prepare in advance. 

Now unlike all you wives you worship your husband, and work at your marriage, unlike you parents who wrap your existence in your children, Pris was interested in Pris and nothing else.

Which is why she is held up as a goddess to other wives and mothers.