My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

Even amidst the fear I felt I could not stop being angry about everything. My legs and hands shook in anger and anxiousness while I kept talking aloud to no one in particular.

"To think that lately he started coming Home by ten and that was considered late enough, now he is still not back by 12___am! Oh lord! what am I going to do!" I sobbed putting my head in my hands. "A married man was not yet home by this time. My own husband. I never imagined in my life that this would ever be the case. Why are you doing this to me Cletus? What wrong have I committed? What! You must tell me today oh! you must!"

I was in utter pain and confusion when the doorbell began to ring. Immediately I heard the sound of the bell my heart jumped and stopped. I didn't wait to pull myself together. I didn't bother thinking or organizing myself.

I flung up from my seat and rushed to open the door, only to be met by a drunk Cletus who was resting on the wall for support.

We stayed alone in a small duplex and I could not be more grateful that at least we had a place to stay and we had privacy. It would have been terrible for me, for us, if we had a neighbor. What will Cletus be telling them with this behavior of his? Our marriage would definitely have been a laughing stock to all the neighbours and we would have been the sole object of all their gossips.

"Cletus you are drunk!" I shouted, closing my nose. He wreaked of alcohol. I stood by the door watching him with tears as he struggled to stand on his feet.

He looked at me menacingly and yelled."Eh_he! what is it again? won't I come in before you start your madness? Please stop shouting my name!"

Shifting himself from the wall he staggered a little before he was able to maintain his balance. He eyed me with a disgusted expression on his face and before I could even think of what to say to him he pushed me away from the door and walked inside.