Palamuti

Sometimes, my mind wondered why I haven't left yet. He thought I didn't notice how he groomed me to be a delicate and prized accessory on his hand, to be paraded around the Plaza de Roma. He thought I didn't notice how we sat at the opposite ends of a table, playing the silent game until dinner ended; or how he disappeared around alas-siyete and came home at alas-cinco. To him, I was merely a trophy wife, an anchor that didn't tie him down and instead had propelled his status upwards.

But it was okay; I love him anyway.