Married To My Husband’s Enemy

I watched with a lot of disappointment as my husband, Mikkel, had gotten himself drunk again. Things were going very badly for him at his job and he had just received a termination letter. “You can't be fooling yourself around like this. You used to be the best at what you do and now you can only get yourself drunk. “Is that what you promised me? How long are you going to continue like this? We have a lot of bills to pay.” Mikkel sat on the floor with his tie hung towards his back. His eyes were red and his shirt was stained with alcohol and dust. He gulped yet another from his bottle. “Porunn, you have never been considerate to me. Everything I do is for you, but you are very selfish and intellectually challenged.” “How many times have you had to pay the bills?” “Just leave me alone,” he said angrily as he reached towards the refrigerator for another bottle. I couldn't let him hurt himself more than he had already done and as he walked in labored steps towards the refrigerator, I stood in his way. “You think I am selfish? What kind of a man gets drunk because things are not going well at work? Just look at you. Look at how much you stink right now.” “Just get out of my way, Porunn,” Mikkel said with a high tone. “I would not repeat myself”. I couldn't accept the new reality that Mikkel was putting us in, so I insisted but he shoved me aside aggressively. I fell with my face almost hitting the floor. I knew that Mikkel was not ready to change anytime soon or work hard to recover his identity. The man I had been married to for 7 years was gone and there I was, helplessly looking on. “I love you, Mikkel. You know I do.” “We have always fought back together through thick and thin. You have always been resilient.” “I only want things to return to normal. I want you back, my love. Giving up on yourself is giving up on me too,” I said with tears rushing down my face. Mikkel had always been a good husband to me. We have our quarrels and disagreements on occasion, but he always had a positive view of life, at least until now. He never liked me for the temporal lust that other men had for me, but he saw through me. “There is no need to cry for me,” Mikkel said with his face now filled with guilt. His eyes were sorrowful as he dropped the bottle and walked into the bedroom. He lay with his belly resting on the bed as he used his hands to cover his face. I felt pity for him but I didn't know how to help him. “After all, he is my husband. Maybe I am not doing enough. I have secrets that he must not know about and I am probably not even worthy of encouraging him,” I thought to myself. We slept apart during the night but I found out when I came back from work the next day that he was nowhere to be found. Should I be worried? What could have prompted this? It was already 8:30 pm and I was starting to feel worried. I could barely have any sleep that night and I was gazing at the ceiling hoping to hear a knock on my door. His phone numbers were switched off. After a night of worry and chaos, I set out on an assignment to ask my neighbors if they had seen him. “Knock, knock,” I hit the door hard. One of my neighbors, Mrs. Harrison opened the door. His hair was very rough and she was only wearing a towel. She kept a very innocent face as if she had just pooped on herself and didn’t want anyone to know. I knew immediately that I had disrupted a wonderful morning's s*x. “Darling, who’s at the door?” Her husband, Mr. Harrison said. “We still have a few more minutes before I get to work,” he said, with the tone of his voice increasing. Mrs. Harrison knew that she had been exposed, but it didn’t matter to him. I just wanted to know if my husband is not in some trouble or worse. “Sorry to disturb you, but have you seen Mikkel?” “I haven’t seen him since yesterday,” I already had it in mind that they didn’t have any idea about his whereabouts and most likely didn’t care. “Alright Ma’am,” I said. I left disappointed. It was the 8th house I had checked on and no one knew his whereabouts. There was someone else on my mind to call, but I feel guilty when I think about him. I always loved Mikkel but there were mistakes I had made in my marriage. There are things that I shouldn’t have allowed. I had to call him. Oh! And I am not talking about my missing husband.