Appropriate Behaviour? – 3 – END

This is the final part of a short story I have written a couple of years ago.
Maybe the English is not the best, but it was the best I could do at that time.

to read previous parts: part 1 part 2

Part 3

“Poor mommy.”
She checked her e-mails, just to figure out that he had checked them very carefully. He must have used the search function to check every account, every folder, then forwarded those of importance to him. She still didn’t know why he logged into her computer while she was away. But she knew he wouldn’t tell her, as usual. She should know it all of her own. Start to think. He kept telling her to start to think, denying that she was thinking all the time, always worrying, always checking, always trying act appropriately. She hardly remembered that their life had once been different. She even didn’t realize the change. All of a sudden, that’s how it appeared to her, it changed. His feelings towards her. Then he started to torture her, for her own sake, to help her develop spiritually. Brian considered it necessary.

The next morning she found his marriage ring on her plate. She knew it was over. All over. But what should she do? She didn’t know.

Appropriate Behaviour? – 2

This is a part 2 of a short story I have written a couple of years ago.
Maybe the English is not the best, but it was the best I could do at that time.

to read part 1

Part 2

What the heck was Brian talking about? She asked herself this question again and again. She wanted to go home as soon as possible but on the other hand, this was the moment she feared most. Brian has never been in such a bad mood before. And his moods could be really bad moods. He never hurt her physically. No, that would not be appropriate! He did it the psychological way. Very subtly. Trying to undermine her self-confidence, to demoralize her. He was the superior one, the one who was far more intelligent than her, or alas he thought he was far more intelligent. The one who understood everybody and everything but not his own wife.

She had to sob again. This was so crazy. What was he talking about? What did he mean by “Is there anything you need to tell me?” She really didn’t understand. The longer she thought about it the less she understood. Her brain worked high speed as usual when she walked home after meeting her friends. Did she tell them anything she wasn’t suppose to tell? What would she reply when he would ask her again: “About what did you talk?”. She knew he was pretending mild interest when he just wanted to control those meetings.

Appropriate Behaviour? – 1

This is a short story I have written a couple of years ago.
Maybe the English is not the best, but it was the best I could do at that time.

Part 1

“How could you dare to come over here? After all that you have done?”, Brian asked her.

She stood paralyzed, watching him with wide-open eyes. “Brian, please!”

“No, no way, you don’t deserve to be here! It is over!”

“Brian, please!” She didn’t know what to do. Just standing there in the living room, watching Brian, watching her son. “But … Brian … what … have …I … done?”

“YOU dare to ask? You really dare to ask?” Brian shouted. “I have read everything, everything. Listen! Really everything!”

Her brain started to figure out what he was talking about. He read? What had he read? His words made no real sense to her. Even less sense than his phone call in the afternoon. It was her lunch break from school. Brian called her before the break was over. He started to yell at her immediately, accusing her of cheating. Him! Cheating? She didn’t understand what he was talking about.