Anna Aden Writes

Photo by  NIKOLAY OSMACHKO  from  Pexels A woman was once was shamed, humiliated and insulted because she did not want children. She was called all sorts of names and some even branded her unnatural. How could a woman not want children? She tired to explain her reasons - she didn't think she could take care of them, give them the attention they needed. She didn't think could be a good mother. All this fell on deaf ears and she was branded selfish. Did she not want to give her parents grandchildren? Did she not want to continue her family line? Finally did she not love her husband enough to give him children? Defeated and sadden she broke down. She had told her husband before they married she did not want children but under pressure she broke. The pregnancy was simple. It was easy though she hated herself and her body. The baby kicked and she tried to comfort herself. Premature contractions started it was going to be early. A rush to an emergency room and she...

At noon, Bob with a stalk of paper in his hands ran up the green staircase with gleaming bannister. He knew he was ugly but today he felt like Prince Charming . He was a tall, lanky and fair lad, with  a sweaty body odour and poor personal hygiene.  At the top of the staircase, he confronted his reflection in a full length mirror. Today he'd taken his first bath for three weeks and wore freshly laundered clothes. He even used deodorant. Today was special.  Pleased with his appearance, he turned left into the first room. He saw a pretty woman with long blue hair, sitting on an unmade bed. Freezing with knotted nerves in his belly, teeth clenched, he managed to grunt hello.  Shelia his beloved. His one true love.  His queen.   Flicking her hair back, Shelia stood and shook his cold sweaty hand. He moved closer, hesitantly,  and embraced her in a warm hug. 'Will you marry me now?' Shelia stepped away from their hug, and raked her ey...