Melis Menent

After years of boredom in her relationship, she knew that she wanted something different. She had everything she might ever think of: a huge car, a large house and children that could make her look successful. It is her success, to have the kids at home, to have the nannies to care for them, everything in her life could look perfect… She was very worried about the opinion of others. She wanted to be the good mother, the good wife. The great professional, who knew exactly what to do in difficult circumstances. She spent years working on her image, an image which she was so immersed in the creation of. 

Her home was equipped with all the nice things… The little children had two separate rooms for each, of course. She would not have liked them to sleep in one room. Why would they? Their nannies were able to do everything for them: cooking, cleaning, caring. She particularly disliked cleaning the floors. Her aid was not from the same country as her, but she had the love of humanity in her heart. She knew that they were close, deep down. The aid could remove all sorts of dirt from the floors and she would never keep the dishes in the sink. Eleanor didn’t like that. Her aid was very good with the children too: she would play games for hours and never raise her voice. Despite not having an education in the country where she came from, the housemaid was there to save her life. Her own education was similar, something that she could use while helping her husband and her kids. It meant the world to her to make her home a happy place. 

Her husband loved her so. The first thing he did everyday upon arrival at home was to give her a gentle kiss. He stood there for a while, while he tried to forget everything that happened at the office all day. It was really easy to let go, of everything. So long as her sweet face was there. She looked as sweet as a rose at the end of a day, a clean day of work for him. A lot of effort for her, as she did not really like being there. Work was too much for her, she was experiencing an awful lot of distress when she had to do it. She was in the habit of not working at all: her hubby could pay for everything anyway. She would have loved to spend more time with her kids. But she was torn into two: would she keep her career or would she focus more on the kids?

It is through work that she could meet him. He was there for her, anytime she needed. He kept all the goodies in store: the upcoming meetings,  the dates of the planned exchanges she so needed, and last but not least, the extra cash which was useful for her. Technically, Eleanor had so much more than him, in terms of assets. She shared the big house with her lovely hubby. She would not have exchanged it with another place. Where would she go anyway? All her habits were in that place: each room had a different story. She liked brewing stories and mixing them up. With more stories, that lay ahead. She always had trust in the future. It was going to bring more of everything to her and to her family.