She met him at a party. He was not her type, but as she had some months ago quit her job and therefore had the time for it and also the unconscious thinking that he would be able to fulfil the role of supporting her life, she would not refuse his obvious attempts to date her. So it started, or at least didn't end before an start.
He was a brilliant product of the University of Tokyo. A place that not any kid would ever be granted access, unless he went through a life of extreme deprivation and sacrifice, pressed by the ambition of his benefactor, another product of the same place, to see his little object of proudness perform as his society wouldn't otherwise find proper.
As the relationship started to tumble its way, she started seeing him with tenderness and could make herself acquainted with the idea of marrying him. Her school friends were all married and having kids, so she was feeling like getting on the mood for it rather earlier than later. He also started making his projects and trying to box her in the image of what a wife ought to be to him. Not knowing that he was actually trying to find out how to make her look like her own mother under his and his families' understanding. Something that, for any reason, did not quite work with his ex-wife. Not to mention, would never work with her.
It didn't take too long as he started seeing her independence of mind, maturity and self assurance as a threat to his male's superiority-to-be. So to say, she didn't quite fit in his predefined model of his wife-to-be.
So bizarre became this relationship that she started to disbelief on her own ability to make sense of the whole situation. Each attempt from her side to get closer to him and gain his complicity would be received as an attack to his proudness and after being compared with his fated previous experiences, stacked in a pile of bitterness that would only keep growing.
Not surprisingly it ended all in a sudden, as the pile reached an intolerable height. Inexplicably for her although long sensed as wrong headed. Still leaving her confused and thinking whether something was wrong with her. Not that she would get any help out of his explaining why he wanted to stop it. The poor guy having enough trouble with himself to be able to explain what was obviously invisible to him. Being that he wasn't up to cope with a person of character as she was. Pitiable but beyond repair, under the shade of his father. If mankind is unfortunate, he will find a fitting wife, have kids, repeat the sad story.
