My name is Emma. I changed my name from Elsie after I married Chuck.
For some reason, he wouldn't change his to Charles.
I was bored to tears working as a cashier in my father’s gas station, only meeting trashy people who were going nowhere. So when Daddy broke his leg it was sweet Dr. Chuck who treated him.
Chuck had us come in for a lot of what seemed to me unnecessary office visits. And he also bought a lot of gas.
So when he asked me to marry him, I said yes. What girl doesn't want to marry a doctor?
What I didn't bargain for was just how nice he was. He was so nice he was just plain boring. No good in the sack either. Okay, I told myself, he can make a name for himself as a doctor and I'll at least have a nice house and great clothes and maybe even status, but he blew that by bungling the first important surgery he attempted. It was so bad he gave up climbing the ladder and managed to descend a rung or two by moving to a less demanding practice.
Then we had the kid. Barbie is okay but not particularly pretty, and even with a full time nanny, she’s always in the way, climbing on me, wanting something. I just don't feel that old maternal pull, you know?
By then I was totally stuck with him, so I dedicated myself to making our home a show place. Chuck didn't mind the expense. “Credit is easy. Go for whatever you want, darling,” he said.
Then I met Leon, a young law intern, who was really turned on to me and I have to say was a cutie. He wanted to move to New York and take me with him. But he had scruples about breaking up a family. So he went off on his own.
I was totally depressed until I met Rudy. We had a really terrific run before the bastard got tired of me. Me! I couldn't believe it. I was so down I demanded Chuck buy me a bigger house and pay for a private boarding school to get the kid out of my hair.
By now we were in debt up to our ears. In addition, I discovered that my so-called ‘better than thou’ attitude and ‘sleazy’ affairs were all over Facebook. I was pretty upset but good old Chucky said it was a just bunch of lies. He kept taking out loans and telling me everything would be alright as long as we were together.
I was so miserable, I decided to leave. Take off. Go to New York. Look for Leon. I had to have some sort of life.
But the debts were so immense I couldn't pull it off. I was considering suicide when it came to me, why should I commit suicide? I know whose fault it really is and it isn't me. It's Chuck. He trapped me with his selfless lovey dovey crap. He was such a lousy lover, of course I strayed. And don’t forget he’s the one who insisted on taking out all those loans.
He has insurance out the kazoo! Plus, he works with chemicals and is such an idiot it should be easy to make it look like an accident.
Yep, that’ll be my happy ending.
