"One more time and it would be the last time you see me". 

I always threatened O with leaving him. I didn't even love him. Not anymore and not after all those other women.

But I loved my kidney, sitting pretty inside him.

And oh! how I felt so wise any time I was with him.

Immediately he had gotten his first symptom, I knew. I wasted no time at all-you have to be one step ahead all the time. First stop after the hospital and all that unnecessary card buying thing was a little chit chat with my lawyer.

Two weeks later, a sweet contract was resting in my arms. And just in time too, because his kidney failure diagnosis was also certain. Just as I knew it would be. 

Even sweeter.

I look back now and I remember the good old days. The days I loved him, and most importantly the days my kidney wasn't the thread holding our marriage together.

It was definitely love at first sight and I don't regret one minute of us, not even the days I had to wear sunglasses to hide his "love and correction".

"How could you threaten to take your kidney back if I divorce you??".

"How could you be so wicked and heartless, I'm your husband for God's sake!"

These days I sit and drink and drink and dwell on how much his anger soothes me. It's like in all the 10 years of our marriage he is finally getting me. 

I'm never going to leave him ofcourse. 

We'll be together forever, and definitely next week when we'll be renewing our beautiful vows.