Domestic Police Officer

2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43

Cookies. I want cookies,”thought Olga and put down the book. She rose from the chair. The husband was sitting on the couch, but was on the Internet. She, passing by, stroked his head. On the threshold of the room, I looked back: there was no reaction. Sighing, she continued on her way to the kitchen. There were various goodies on the table in a candy bowl.

Olga with lust in her eyes, choosing what she wanted, held out her hand. But she stopped. Her face was twisted into a grimace of displeasure. She remembered that she had been on a diet since yesterday. Sinking down on a stool, she gazed with sadness at the seductive vase.

Within herself, she resented like a little child who had been deprived of pleasure. The lower lip protruded and was about to touch the chin. Not only inside, but also outside, a whim was visible.

But the strict overseer stood his ground. She tried to bribe him in the form of squats, abdominal exercises and refusing food at night. That this is the last goodness for the next month. He was not pleading. A stern voice, reminiscent of the word, thundered in her head. Reproaches of weakness and spinelessness rained down from all sides.

Olga sat and did not take her eyes off the sweets. She could not find words to justify. She herself decided to limit herself to a month from starchy and sweet, and must adhere to her goal. What the voice reminded her of, raising her.

She grabbed the candy sharply, quickly unwrapped it and swallowed. She made a face, made the sounds of "be-be-be", as children do, and stuck out her tongue. Rising with a contented look of a winner over the inspector, and not noticing that she had fooled herself, she suddenly froze.

She remembered how she wanted to outwit her mother, father, teachers, just to get what she wanted. Or just like that, take and eat candy before meals. Take pies with not washed hands. Give up promises. But I never dared. She was afraid of reproaches and accusations. Stern glances with a shake of the head. Like, we hoped for you, and you …

She followed what is right and what is good all the time. Now, she saw them in front of her - shouting, raising her, uniting in a single image of a spy and a judge. But what did they get from this?

Olga thought about it. She sank back onto the stool. Then she got up and began to pace around the kitchen, where you can only step two steps. But this was not a hindrance to her.

Control is what they wanted, she thought, and also to be good parents in the eyes of others. “Look how well-bred and well-fed. He washes his hands, his appetite is excellent, he keeps his word. Ugh you! How disgusting. And the teachers? It's the same if an excellent student is flourishing, proud to be a student. And then they quietly give signs, don't let us down, you are an indicator of our professionalism. If they have a bad score, it’s not about them”. Her thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of her husband in the kitchen.

- Why are you running around here? - He asked, with surprise in his eyes.

- Yes, I’m thinking.

- Really ?! - he smiled slyly. - What are you suddenly, decided to think?

"Leave me alone," she replied, grabbed a towel and hit him. - No time for jokes. Take what you need and get out of here.

- OK OK. I'm leaving. - Taking sweets from the menu, he went into the room.

She glared at him. When he got out, she continued her short runs through the kitchen. But I was already thinking about something else: “I promised not to eat sweets in my presence. No, I brazenly dialed and went to gag. Ooh-ooh bastard. How can you lose weight here? Nobody keeps his word.

Stop. But now I have a claim to him, as to me … What does it turn out to be, I behave towards my husband like a police inspector, calling for the observance of order and rules?

Lived. I just fought against the ghosts of childhood, defended my rights, and myself? I am ready to throw my own husband into jail. Blame and sentence him: listen to my disgruntled sniffing for hours. To see my judgmental gaze, under which the feeling of guilt will never fade away."

Having passed the standards for long-distance running in a small room, Olga sat down. The treadmill ended the moment she realized that how she was treated, she also treated herself and those around her. The strength left her.

She trudged into the room. She sat down next to her husband on the sofa. Looked at him for a minute. She smelled the chocolates and smiled. Then she climbed into his arm. The husband was at a loss and did not understand what was happening. But he decided to delay his curiosity.

Olga became sad - how can she terrorize herself and those around her now? The answer came in another question: should it? After all, she decided to lose weight and eat less sweets. Neither mom nor dad, nobody else. And she sabotages her own idea. A smile appeared on her face, and a subtle slyness.