The Vessel | Krystle Whitney

You woke up extra early this morning to fix your husband his breakfast. Even though he gave you a kiss on the way out he didn’t stop to speak to you either because he was too busy or just because he was too tired. When he left, you went and woke up your children to make sure they dressed perfectly…the way you make them dress every day. Before dropping them off at their school in your shinny white mini-van you took an hour to make sure you looked presentable before you left the house. With the children gone, you went about the house making sure that everything was clean, knowing that if the neighbors were to see what your house really looked like in the morning you would be the laughing stock, too humiliated to go to the next PTA meeting. After making sure your reflection in your antique mirror was perfect you scuttled over to your neighbors house praying to catch them with their blinds open. You talked about everyone… spreading as much gossip as possible until you saw the clock and realized your children would be home any moment. Running home you made them the perfect snacks incase any of the neighbors children came over to play. Your life would be complete if you found all of the faults in everyone around you and they found none in you. You fear what everyone is saying about you behind your back.