Obsession. I hate that cologne like it’s the smell of death. Why? Because my ex-husband used to practically bathe in the junk. I seriously hate the smell. I’d rather smell the bowels of a rotting carcass. Maybe you laugh, but I am not kidding.
Guess who found a barely used bottle of Obsession in the garage during our “get organized” day on Sunday? Yep, my current husband. His mother bought it for him years ago and I hid the junk because I can’t stand the smell. I didn’t have the heart to throw it away because that is such a giant waste of money so I just made it vanish. If it accidentally got thrown away with some other junk it was buried under — wooops!
Guess who decided to wear the Obsession today despite the horrible things it reminds me of? You got it — my dear sweet husband who has no ears apparently because I could have sworn I told him never to wear that crap around me. Ever!
It reminds me of alcohol breath at 2:00 in the morning when the drunk decided to come home. Sometimes I would secretly wish him dead of a car accident because I did not want to have sex. But you can’t say no to a drunk. There will be consequences not worth dealing with. It’s best to just give in.
It reminds me of having no money and eating peanut butter and ramen noodles because the drunk spent our rent money on frivolous things including beer, beer, and more beer.
It reminds me of Al-Anon meetings and depression.
It reminds me of 3 stints in rehab and several suicide attempts (him, not me).
It reminds me of 5 step-children who had a hateful mom and a drunken dad and I was the only one to care for them and show them love.
It reminds me of complete humiliation when the drunk would yell out the windows of our apartment what a slut he thought I was because I was trying to go to work. Then he would call me the whole time I was at work begging me to come home. It’s a wonder I didn’t lose my job!
It reminds me of separation from my family and friends.
It reminds me of a life I had almost forgotten. That is, until my earless husband put on Obsession today.
He might read this. I hope he does. Because, honey, I am sorry, but the Obsession is gone. Well, at least after tonight it will be. I am breaking the bottle and throwing it away. No more. I will buy you some new cologne. How about that Armani stuff I like so much?
Please, no more Obsession. No Calvin Klein scents. None. I can’t handle it.