MIGRAINE

I never really understood women most of the time. It's not that I ever wanted to understand them because they were like a chore to me.

No one would believe me if they were told that I was married because that was not what I ever wanted.

"Are you going to drop your attitude and tell me what is wrong? You aren't in love with me are you?", I asked her after I grabbed her hand.

She looked at me for a second and smirked.

"Anyone who is in love with you is a fool. Besides you made it pretty clear that is the line we are not supposed to cross", she said smacking her lips.

"Then why are you mad? ", I asked her.

She was acting like a child and I was not having fun with any of her stupid tantrums.

"Nothing just had a bad day, if you don't mind I want to sleep can you please leave my room?", she asked me as she got in bed.

I huffed and left her room.

I could not like her, not when she behaved like a child. She was mad at me and even slapped me just to say that she had a bad day huh? Did she think I was stupid?

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The house was quiet as I sat in the dining room taking my breakfast. I hoped it would stay like that but my happiness was not long-lived as I heard Ana's agitating voice from the stairs.

"Amelia", she shouted.

What was wrong with this woman? Couldn't people just wake up and keep quiet for a moment?

"Will you please shut up?", I asked her as she came to the dining room.

"Sorry I didn't know you were I'm here", she said as she pulled the chair and day down maybe trying to piss me off even more as she dragged the chair.

"Lift the fucking chair", I said as I stood up to go and help her out because she was acting like a toddler.

"Thank you", she said as she sat down.

"Why are you in such a mood?", she asked me.

"Am not in a mood", I said as I sipped my coffee and flipped the newspaper in my hand.

"You are in a mood, you are shouting at me for no apparent reason", she said chuckling like there was something funny.

"Anastasia I have a migraine and you bickering about nothing isn't going to make it go away so, please eat your breakfast in silence and I won't have any moods", I said as I looked up at her waiting for her to nod.

"Anastasia I like how you pronounce it", she said and I had had enough so I stood up to leave.

"Okay sorry I'll shut up", she said raising her hands and I sat back down.

She poured herself some tea and in a minute a maid came from the kitchen with a plate full of pancakes. I wondered when she had this little routine where they knew what she was supposed to eat for breakfast.

There was silence except for her chewing which wasn't at all annoying like everything else about her. She smiled and hummed from time to time as she poured syrup on her pancakes which I took as a sign that she was enjoying them.

She seemed to be lost in a memory and she frowned and I wondered what was wrong. What bad memory had she remembered?

I wanted to ask her what was wrong and tell her everything was okay but that was not me. Just a subconscious mine that I did not like.

In a matter of seconds, she snapped out of it and continued smiling as if she wasn't just in a trance where she was sad.

I quite liked her when she was not talking and saying stupid things.

I looked at my watch and it seemed like time was going slower trying to punish me. The aim had been to spend time with her before I went to work but how could I spend time with her if I hated when she talked?

Starting at her eating counted as spending time together in my book. It didn't matter if we hadn't said a word.

She loomed up and saw me looking at her and raised her eyebrows.

"What?", she asked.

"Nothing", I said and went back to my magazine.

"Do you have a fetish for starting at women while they eat"?", she asked me.

"That isn't even a thing and even if I did you would be the last person would stare at. You smear syrup everywhere

it isn't a pretty sight ", I said sighing in frustration.

"Why do I even talk to you? ", she said I think asking herself as she went back to eating her pancakes.

I loved getting on her nerves I don't know why but I liked it when she was mad.

"Why did you tell Immaculate that I've been working lately? ", she asked me.

"It sounded like a believable lie ", I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Okay in that case I would like that job. Am tired of staying at home doing nothing. I know you have a lot of slots open for me to work ", she said as she wiped her mouth.

"No, not happening ", I said.

"Why is that? ", she asked me looking annoyed.

"Why would my wife work when I make enough money for the both of us? Did you go to buy something and the card declined? ", I asked her.

"I just want to work. To have my own money. I don't want to ask you for everything that I want. Does it intimidate you that much to have a wife who is working? ", she asked me and I knew what she was trying to do.

"That line won't work on me ", I said.

"I just need to do something if I stay in here for another week without doing something ill lose my mind ", she said and from the loom of her face, she wasn't lying.

Maybe it was better to have her working than I wouldn't come home to a wife that was full of energy.

"Okay ill see what I can fix you to do at the company ", I said.

"Thank you let me go get dressed although I do t even know if I have official clothes ", she said standing up and rushing.

"I didn't say today ", I said but she was long gone that she couldn't hear me.