Ricci Schwarzler - Know

Ashera looked over at her husband. Oh, for goodness sake I wish he’d cut his hair and beard. It doesn’t suit him and he looks messy. What is he trying to prove? Is he trying to look younger…or eternal even?

He looked across at her and said ‘What?’

‘Can you cut your beard and hair please?’

‘No people like it like that. It’s what they expect.’

‘Shouldn’t you be wanting to maybe do what I like for once?’

He stared at her, not understanding. It wasn’t about her. It was about him. Didn’t she know who he was? Didn’t she know how important he was? Didn’t she know that all these great ideas were his? The whole concept was down to him. Maybe she had given him the ideas…but it was all about him. Just because a lot of people think she is equal to him, he knows she’s not. Didn’t she realise who she was living with.

She stared at him. Didn’t he know who she was? Didn’t he know that as a ‘he’, he was only two thirds of her as a ‘she’? Didn’t he see the messages and adoration that she received? Oh yes he did. But he was always jealous. He always tried to play it down.

But she couldn’t really be bothered to dwell on it. His fame had gone to his head. He had turned narcissistic. There was no hope for him now. She knew he had to be admired. People had to idolise him and build megaliths to him. She was happy to bow out, and she knew all his sycophants would be happy to write her off as soon as she left. She was a woman after all, and they couldn’t have that. They knew she was strong and wouldn’t fall for their sycophancy. They knew she helped people without there being anything in it for her or for them.

She bowed out and they did write her off.

God went it alone from then on.

Ashera was happy for the escape. The escape from such a ridiculous concept.