Not quite gazing into my eyes, my husband declared, “You are the dream beneath my wings!” as he proffered me the expensive restaurant bill. With such loving words, I melted and paid the bill without question. I did not dwell on his lack of originality and near theft of words from Bette Midler’s “Wind Beneath My Wings.”

In the taxi, he distractedly held my hand while I studied his profile. Expensive suit, professionally manicured nails and designer haircut. What did I care if my clothing was rack-purchased, when I was “the dream beneath his wings?” I encouraged him to fly; I lifted him up.  I brought him joy. I was his support system. 

Gallantly, he held the taxi door asking, “Would you mind?” Naturally, I readily paid the taxi driver while my husband strolled nonchalantly into the luxuriant mansion. I locked up, because I was the support system.

My husband went to work late and returned home early. Then left without a word for a meeting at his exclusive club. He did not acknowledge me because he was so busy. Never mind. Up since dawn working on a pressing business deal, I laboured until the sun rose again.

Happily, I was the giver. So true, I was the “dream beneath his wings” and very content to be so. I paid his bills on time, picked up his dry cleaning, and made sure that all was in order so he could relax and not have a care. 

I was content. Then without a word, a stranger entered our home wanting to buy it. Without discussion, my husband had listed the house on the market. He wanted to make a down payment on an exclusive property in an exclusive neighbourhood. He held out his hand for my signed cheque. 

His wings deflated when I hesitated. In a suave as sateen voice and rich as jacquard manner, he growled, “Perhaps if you worked harder!”

I was the dream, and like the dream I left, banging the door.  His wings without me plummeted. It was time for dreams to become MY wings. 


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    Lisa Dykes
    Lisa Dykes(@lisa-dykes)
    19 days ago

    I really enjoy your stories Margarida, loved the ending of this one.

    Lotchie Carmelo
    Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
    17 days ago

    Hello, Margarida. I also love it. And this sentence, “It was time for dreams to become MY wings.”, resonated with me so much.

    Lotchie Carmelo
    Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
    Reply to  Margarida Brei
    16 days ago

    You’re most welcome. My life is happier and healthier right now. So, that would be better. Health is wealth.

    Lotchie Carmelo
    Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
    Reply to  Margarida Brei
    15 days ago


    Deborah Goulding
    Deborah Goulding(@deborah-goulding)
    14 days ago

    I enjoyed the last paragraph with her escape. What a narcissist he was and then some. Unfortunately, this is more common than not. The metaphor was well portrayed with the husband. Good job, Margarida.

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