A Wife’s Sacred Duty to her Husband according to Auntie Carol

Desdemona was unjustly accused. Othello’s was a detestable lout”, Auntie Carol thought as she spray starched he husband’s work shirts. She mused about the unjustness of it all. Herman would never fall prey to an iago, the hateful wretch. “I am so happy to have my Herman/Emma Enigma, (Herman, of course was a hermaphrodite and a psycho therapist.) One couldn’t tell whether he was coming or going, so to speak and he had two separate personalities, a man and a woman. He was a specialist in dissociative disorders. Who better?

Auntie Carol took pride in her role as “help-mate” to her husband. She believed in being
the woman behind the man.” Every evening she greeted him with a “hello, darling “ and a kiss just like on “Father Knows Best”, an old 50s sit com. As the Bible says, “Cleave unto your man.” This was her motto. Every evening she was there with his slippers, his Wall Street Journal, and a snifter of delightfully smoth Remy Martin. He settled into his cozy chair, and she sat in his lap like a smiling geisha. She cheered his victories and put salve on his wounds She would say, “Darling, the girl was a bipolar noir poet. She had a bad attitude about life. You couldn’t have prevented her suicide.”

“Darling, I just abhor all those hoity toity career woman who have this drive to achieve. A woman’s place is behind a man to shore him up form life’s disappointments. After all it is an honor to stand in reflected light,” said Auntie Carol. “ By the way, dear, I’ve prepared a scrumptious dinner. Beef Bourgeonne. Green beans almondine, fruit compote a la Truman Compote and Key Lime Pie. And we shall have Patron Margaritas, your fave!! Nothing is too good for my man.”

“What did I do to deserve such a woman, said Herman.

“You proposed, Darling. You proposed,” replied Auntie Carol.A WIFE’S SACRED DUTY TO HER HUSBAND
“Desdemona was unjustly accused. Othello’s was a detestable lout”, Auntie Carol thought as she spray starched he husband’s work shirts. She mused about the unjustness of it all. Herman would never fall prey to an iago, the hateful wretch. “I am so happy to have my Herman/Emma Enigma, (Herman, of course was a hermaphrodite and a psycho therapist.) One couldn’t tell whether he was coming or going, so to speak and he had two separate personalities, a man and a woman. He was a specialist in dissociative disorders. Who better?

.“What did I do to deserve such a woman, said Herman.

“You proposed, Darling. You proposed,” replied Auntie Carol

By Carol Anne Bond and Lynne Appell

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