Spirituality Guide

Gem was in a quandary.
She had not been feeling well these past few days. Well, for the longest time actually. She was alone at home. Her husband, Corey, was out to work. She had been spending the whole day cleaning the house. Satisfied with her efforts, she got herself a hot mocha to drink. She used to share hot mocha drink with Corey. But not anymore. She sighed. Then she sat by the table and mulled. She felt lonely.
She instinctively looked through the window.
Outside the world looked dark and dreary, as dark and dreary as she felt inside. It rained so hard the whole day.
‘Nature empathizes with me.’ She thought with a sinking feeling.
It had been her natural state for the past days, weeks even.
She could not tell exactly when it started - this depression, this gnawing anxiety. An amalgamation of events led her to this bleak day.
It probably escalated when she and Corey quarreled a few days back. They had petty quarrels even before. Gem somehow felt she was at the end of her rope.
She needed Corey.
But then, she also needed something more from him.
Corey’s love had been a beckon of hope for her all through these years. Somehow as the years went by, the light extinguished.
She woke up one day and the love was gone!
They must have drifted apart somewhere along the way without their knowledge. The bond they shared eroded as the years passed.
Gem sighed. Her hands shook. She spilled the hot mocha on the white tablecloth, much to her dismay. She quickly wiped off the spill. Then hastily picked up the stained cloth and soaked it in water.
As she headed to the laundry room, her eye got caught by Corey’s new pair of tennis shoes, idly leaning against the wall.
Gem felt a stab of pain through her heart. They bought the tennis shoes together because Corey wanted to teach her to play tennis.
She declined.
Corey could not handle the rejection. They quarreled and now they were no longer in speaking terms.
It was all her fault! But what else could she do? She could not feel the chemistry between them anymore. Their lives fell into a predictable pattern. They were so comfortable with each other that they took each other for granted. Gone were the days that they would go out on a date. Corey would not even say ‘I love you’ to her like he used to. They did not talk as often as before.
It was getting harder and harder to be around Corey. She did not want to pretend anymore.
She didn’t want to cry. She tried to hold back the tears. Yet, the tears came streaming down.
(To be continued)