He pinches me in bed

Mary  was walking  slowly down the street to catch the bus to town;it stopped  just round the corner  by a red maple tree ,She wore a teal 3/4 length coat with an orange pleated skirt just showing and some teal suede boots from Cooler.
Suddenly the bus went by as  the driver did not see her.
Oh,well it’s only 15 minutes to wait, she  lied to herself
At the bus stop she sat down by a pretty young woman dressed in   the latest green puffa jacket ,tiger print top and skinny jeans 
I love your teal coat,she told Mary thoughtlessly.
Thanks, so much, said Mary.I see you like lovely colour  too.Do you live near  here?
Yes,I am  called Susan, the  mature yet girlish woman replied.I  got married 6 months ago and we got a  dear little  flat in that new block.Are you married?
My husband decided to move to heaven,Mary told her softly.He was 118.
Maybe you can help me as you are more experienced, Susan said,biting her lips which were coated in orange lipstick by the House of Lairds and Lauders.
My husband was very kind when wooing me,but since we got married he has changed.
Oh,dear,Mary sighed.
I  wrote poems before we got married.He said he loved them but now he criticises anything I write quite viciously.It began right after our honeymoon.He tells me I am  probably below  average in intelligence.
Did he  get you to take a test? Mary asked curiously
No, he says he can tell just by looking at me, the dear woman responded tearfully
What a shame he has changed like this.It seems to me he must be insecure  and is trying to lord it over you.
And do you write for a living? asked Mary.
No,said Susan,I work at Mensa headquarters devising new IQ tests,Her green eyes were full of  unshed tears.
It’s a bit boring  really.I’d rather  study quantum theory or music.
There you are said Mary.Though I think IQ tests are not that good,if you write them you must be way above average
The thing is, you being so bright, he cannot bear the comparison.Or can one even know someone is more intelligent than yourself?
He also pinches me in bed and bites my ears before hitting me with a pillow and sucking my toes.
He sounds like an animal,Mary cried.Have you not  complained?
No,said Susan.I will keep imagining he’ll get better  in his manners after a few months.Shall I bite him back,do you think?
No, he may  get even  worse.I think you should consider that biting people  and pinching them are  criminal offences if the person is unwilling.Some people might enjoy it, but it seems as if he is cruel in his words too
I  am  puzzled.Susan said.He was so charming while we were engaged.And I still love him.He worshipped me and adored me before.Now he hides that side of himself.
If I were you I’d leave him and buy a cat.He is cruel,unkind and dominating and even  says rude things about your poetry instead of helping  you with positive criticism.But don’t take my word.Go to Relate.See if he will come with you.
If he has had bad times growing up he might be afraid of real intimacy.Or he feels he owns you.Do you want him to be the father of your childen
No,thank you,said Susan.That clarifies things
You can rent my spare room if need be,Mary replied.I am happy to share the kitchen  within reason.And I have two toilets.
Wow, that’so kind of you, Susan said.Here’s the bus.Her face looked less pale.
What a lot to tell me, Mary told Emile when she got home.Stan was never cruel but  some women found him too intelligent and preferred a dimmer,  more foolish kind of man,
Mioaw, cried Emile.I want a pilchard for my dinner.I want Susan here near me.I want to sleep by her in my basket.
And so say all of us.
Alas, the basket is too small for all my readers.We must fantasise!