The Defected Wife

The first thought that came to me after five hours of labour, my legs still up in the air and the doctor still tinkering around down south, as a mechanic would go about last minute repairs with his automobile, ultimately consisted of two words: NEVER AGAIN....... Read More

Children never came into the equation when I first got married. I can barely pretend to grin and smile at my brood of nieces and nephews during family gatherings, and was barely coping with a slightly overweight figure to just barely fit into my wedding dress. A...... Read More

By most accounts, Husband and I get along fine. Any onlooker would notice our daily conversations consist of the typical bantering, insults, teasing and jokes that go on with any other couple. It was during the course of one of our...... Read More

The change I noticed when I got married had nothing to do with whatever was between Husband and I, it was actually the family dynamics. The EXTENDED family dynamics. I suddenly had two mothers, two fathers and an extra set of siblings, nephews and nieces to contend...... Read More

In a fiendishly bad mood last night, I told Husband pregnancy wasn’t what I thought it would be. I didn’t feel wonderful, or cherished, or whatever the books say you are. Mostly, I’m just tired and irritable all the time.

People always say that couples need a break from each other from time to time. Before I got married, I regarded that notion as absurd. Six months into marriage, I think I’m starting to get the gist of what that notion means.

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Husband is just not the type of man who picks up after himself. Period. Throughout his life he’s had various women clean up after him to keep his life on track; his mother (the main root of ALL MENS evil lazy...... Read More

People have stopped asking me how married life is, which is fine by me because it was starting to get annoying, or maybe people just stopped asking because everytime I kept answering, ‘Married life’s fine, it’s non-stop...... Read More

On the second day of our honeymoon, a woman with the body of Jessica Alba wearing an aquamarine thong bikini hit on my husband. This would have been fine, if I on the other hand had the body of Angelina Jolie to boot.

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It’s 8pm, and I’m in a restaurant in the middle of nowhere, but just a kilometer away from Ikea. The place is typical of one of these restaurants that try to draw its deco influences from every other culture...... Read More

There’s a paragraph somewhere in Nick Hornby’s “How to be Good” where the protagonist, a fellow Defected Wife herself, tells the reader she can only truly love her...... Read More