“The Disappearance”: A Different Perspective Creative Writing Samples

The day I left him was the day I had decided that enough was enough. My husband wasn’t a cruel man, but he wasn’t necessarily kind either. It pained me to leave my son, but he was much better off with his father. No, I can travel must faster, and disappear better without him. He’ll cry for me for a while, but he will be all right.
Maybe I didn’t love my husband when I met him. Maybe I thought he’d be a good man and give me everything I wanted. Maybe, what I really wanted was freedom. He flew to Calcutta specifically to find a wife. I wondered what kind of husband he would be when I met him. I would soon find out. I wasn’t really nervous when I met him. I was curious about the type of man he was. Was he the same as so many Indian were? His mother protested our marriage. She never did seem to like me. She never seemed to quite trust me.
He had the tendency to treat me like a doll. I was to play dress up only in traditional Indian clothes and not get any American ideas. I was to be quiet and not loud or exuberant. The joy that I found with our son, didn’t fit in his world. There was no freedom in my life. I wasn’t allowed to work or get a job. I was to let him make all of the decisions for me and not voice my own opinions. Yes, I was his doll. He would put me on his lap and talk down to me. He would silence me with a kiss.
He had this idea that he was a good man. And maybe he was. But to me he was stifling. I didn’t desire him; I desired to be away from him. I know he didn’t understand that. Or maybe he chose not to understand. He rarely took no for an answer when it came to sex. He forced himself on me, but as he considered me his property, my protests didn’t concern him. After a while I would stop fighting him and let him have his way.
I took nothing with me except my jewelry. I took the jewelry from the old tea tin I used to keep it in. The morning of the day I left I emptied the vault of what was mine. Everything that he bought I left behind. I used the jewelry to pay my way to freedom. I bought American clothes to wear, and cut my long hair into an American style. I kept mostly to myself like I always did. It made I easier to disappear. Perhaps he will look for me, but I will be long gone.
A year has passed, but I don’t think of my husband. I don’t think about the things I left behind. I only feel a small twinge when I think of my son. Is he being well fed? Is he happy? I’ve gotten an apartment that I’ve decorated in bright pretty colors. I’ve gone back to school and gotten a job that I love. I’m dating every once in a while, but I won’t get married again. I’ve gained my freedom.