Hiralious

I am disturbed to remember how she was never well-regarded by her husband in front of others. The ever-gentle man seemed to transform into a bully who feasted off her weaknesses in company of people. The man who literally wouldn't hurt a fly had surprising potential to inflict humiliation on his life partner, the woman who had devoted her entire life to him, who had not nurtured an inkling of self-importance or sense of purpose. Who would politely do his bidding if he asked her to jump into a well, never questioning his motives. Who would hold his wisdom superior to everything else and and give him her unconditional and unquestioning support for life. And although her life was studded with all the amenities and achievements a woman in our society is supposed to ever look for, where was the gratitude for her? where was the necessary intoxicating belief in her life that she was indispensable to someone in the whole wide world? that she mattered? that  her love was reciprocated even if with some deficit, but reciprocated at all? that the deficit was not of respect? that she had acceptance somewhere? What had she not done to please everyone. Which aspect of her personality was not shaped by taking dictations from the society?  Yet she receded into thin air when the world clamored around them. She dissolved into nothingness when matters of significance were taken up between her husband and others. She ceased to exist when she was chided.

As if to confuse the picture further...  she also regarded this time she spent with her husband, loving him as the happiest time of her life. How could you be happy with so much apparent ridicule of yourself?  

It is hard to move on from unresolved business, without assigning blame to someone behind a painful situation. But this pain and happiness are supposedly intersecting and I don't know how?
I leave it at my inability to reconcile the two concepts.