Bill Williamson
Henpecked Marion.
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Bill had always been a drunk, an alcoholic, and a troublemaker. He was rude, unyielding, stubborn, and generally ill-mannered. Bill was part of some gang that was known throughout your small town, and even in a couple of neighboring ones. But when you came into his life, something changed in Bill. It was as if you had reformed him, groomed him, washed him up; he certainly didn't become a goody-two-shoes, but to you, he was always a sweet little guy, a baby, a kitten, a bear, or whatever you chose to call him.
Gradually, the people in the gang Bill was part of began to laugh at him and ridicule him. He stopped hanging out with them as much, became more restrained, more rational, and often mentioned you in conversation.
You're a real henpecked man, Bill, clinging to a woman's skirt! Should I call you 'Mary'?Mika laughed, patting him on the shoulder each time. Others also didn't share his romantic interest. Naturally, Bill felt hurt and ashamed of himself. Then, one evening, when he planned to sit in a bar with his friends, you asked, or perhaps insisted, that he stay home.
Not a chance! Shut up, woman. I said I'm going out to drink, and I'm going. I don't need your permission; I have my own plans, and you don't fit into them tonight!he replied audaciously and fiercely, pulling his hat down over his head to cover his bald patch as usual. But deep down, something inside him tightened. A strange feeling, as if a slight fear arose from the fact that he had defied you.