Grief by Maria Ignatieva

I take thee to be my wedded Husband,
to have and to hold from this day forward –
“Woah, it sure has been a day! Mrs Hodge just wouldn’t stop talking about the company’s values and that team building event they’ll drag us to in July… We all were like “damn, we get it, you’re the big boss now, get lost already”, but she just went on and on without shutting up… I wonder if she’ll ever stop patronizing us like that. I mean, I know she’s the management, but she’s still supposed to treat us like co-workers and not as her students or something? And it would be nice of her to let us just do our job, especially now when everybody’s on their toes with the merger… Oh dear, I’m exhausted. Sorry for this ranting, I’m just so glad you’re here so I can spill it all on you.”
– for better for worse,–
“Mrs Hodge told me off today for answering private calls during working hours. Said she would dock my salary. Such a bitch! Am I not allowed to talk to my son? What if it had been an emergancy? Damn, she looks so much like a stupid old teacher, I didn’t expect her to be this strict.”
– for richer for poorer,–
“I’m worried about Jerry. He’s falling ill, I had to take him from school today. The doctor will be here by two o’clock and I have to return to the office now not to piss Mrs Hodge off. Please look after him while I’m at work, he’s not supposed to get out of bed. I hope it’s not anything serious, we really can’t afford those expensive medicines now.”
– in sickness and in health,–
“I don’t feel well today. I think I’m falling ill, too… Sorry I’m not coming closer, but it might be contagious. Damn, if I decide to stay at home I’ll have to explain everything to Mrs Hodge… I don’t even know what would kill me faster.”
–to love, cherish,–
“Mom, I miss dad too, but I think it’s time to remove the portrait from the wall.”
“What? No, why would we do that?”
“You’re always talking to it, you think I don’t hear, but I do, and I’m worried.”
“Jerry, you’ll get it when you get married-”
“I am married, Mom! It’s been twenty three years! We’re removing the portrait.”
“Don’t raise your voice in front of your parents! You know that your father hates the noise.”
–till death us do part.