She Was EVERYWHERE!!

In the kitchen, I met her cookbooks, because she was the perfect chef. So brilliant at sauces and desserts. None could surpass her! So why would I try? I was beaten every night, cuzz compared to her, I had given him a burnt offering. And now she had educated his palette with their taste, he could tolerate nothing less than she had given. I would never measure up to her. So why even try?

Yet I was a master chef

In the garden, I met her tools and cuttings, because she was an amazing botanist. None could surpass her! So why would I try? I was beaten every night, cuzz compared to her, I had raised weeds. And now she had educated his senses with their aroma, he could tolerate nothing less than she had given. I would never measure up to her. So why even try?

Yet I had raised award winning orchids.

Thru the house, I met her cleaning and decoration skills, because she was an amazing housekeeper. None could surpass her! So why would I try? I was beaten every night, cuzz compared to her, I had left a mess. And now he knew what a good airing was, he could tolerate nothing less than she had given. I would never measure up to her. So why even try?

Yet my designs were in national magazines

With his family and friends, I met her stunning beauty and entertainment, because she was a lovely person to know. None could surpass her! So why would I try? I was beaten every night, cuzz compared to her, I was a mouse in the corner. And now he knew what a good companion was, he could tolerate nothing less than she had given. I would never measure up to her. So why even try?

Yet people paid to attend the soirees I put on for a good cause

In our bed, I met her inner war between slut and lady, virginal till him then his whore. She lay between us like a bolster. None could surpass her! So why would I try? I was beaten every night, cuzz compared to her, I was a frigid piece of work. And now he knew he could make her a good lover, he could tolerate nothing less than she had given. I would never measure up to her. So why even try?

In death, I met her. Such grace and beauty, taken too soon. He had crawled into her coffin. His friends had had to drag him out before her odour took over the room. At my wake, he slapped me for being selfish and such a failure. Then he looked around the room to see if he could find someone to take over where she had left him. As if I never existed.

Funny thing is, I had loved him. Not her.