Kitchen Service for 4
My wife denies it, but she is a snob. Before my wife abandoned my daughter and me off at an old friend’s house way out in the country (out in the middle of nowhere 30 miles from any real city or town), she thoughtfully packed us a box of old dishes for us to use after my surgery healed and once I found employment and was able to get us a place of our own. She labeled this box of old dishes, “Kitchen Service for 4”. I cannot speak for you, but whenever I have moved or helped someone else to move; I have never seen anyone to label a box of old used dishes, a “Kitchen Service for 4”. Seriously, who gives a box of old used dishes a pretentious label like that? You see my wife fancies herself as being, “upper-class,” having been raised in a “large house on the hill” and having graduated from a private Catholic school. Additionally, wherever we have lived during our 25 years together, eventually I would find her pouting and ask, “What’s wrong?” She would reply that she doesn’t “belong in this neighborhood with these people.” To which I would say, “What do you mean, ‘these people’” She would simply repeat what she said refusing to let me dig any deeper into her thoughts. I would then say, “Come on what do you mean?” I’d get no response. I’d say, “Come on tell me what you are really thinking,” and at this point she’d usually yell, “I do not belong in this neighborhood with these people!” And she would add, “I do not belong in this neighborhood with these bums!” Annoyed, I would say, “’Bums’ what do you mean? They’re not bums.” She says, “Oh yeah? What about so-and-so and so-and-so?” To which I would say “A bum here or there in a neighborhood does not represent everyone. The fact is that most of these people work and they work very hard.” Then I would start to rattle of the names of neighbor after neighbor that worked with many of them being older and having worked all of their lives.
My wife denies it, but she is a snob. She left me because she thinks she is better than me. She thinks everybody ought to have a nice white house on the hill with a picket fence and brand new cars and take regular exotic and fancy vacations. She thinks that anyone who cannot is a bum – which means that to her, she married a bum. I was born poor and I am still poor and I may always be poor. But you know what? I am not embarrassed of it.
By the way, when my wife left me and our daughter, I was on crutches just after having surgery that day to remove a large tumor, unemployed, and flat broke. She left promising to send money to help us and she did, within the next 6-months she had sent us a whopping $20. Thank the lord for the love of my friends who took care of us. Well…they owed me, because I had risked my life to save their sons life 26 years ago, andI fouond myself unemployed 26 years later due to events that came back to haunt me from that fateful day… still they didn’t have to do it – they didn’t have to help me, but they did. My wife told me that she knew she owed me too, but said that she didn’t care and from now on she was looking out for herself.