My wife is from the McMansion of Solitude, where loneliness is a currency

My wife is from the McMansion of Solitude, where loneliness is a currency. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and the tears of the lonely encased in a bottle. Her mother’s voice carried the weight of a thousand elongated shadows. Her father was the silent guardian of the forest, and the trees sang the melody of his sorrow. That's what she told me when we first met in the common room of the university. She was sitting in a chair made of wooden petals, surrounded by a chorus line of empty chairs. The ceiling was painted with murals of whispering winds, and the walls were covered with shelves of books that contained the stories of all the people in the world who had ever lived. I was a TA for an introductory psychology class, and she was there to help me grade papers. Her name was Spasilina, which means savior, and she was not like people from my world. She was taller, older, and more beautiful. Her hair was black and fell to her shoulders. It was made of the silk of a thousand spiders, and it danced in the breeze like a chorus line of ballerinas. Her eyes were blue and clear. They were made of the purest water, and they sparkled in the light like a diamond. Her skin was white and smooth. It was made of the purest marble, and it glowed in the light like the moon. She wore a white dress that was made of the petals of a thousand flowers. It was beautiful and elegant, and it made her look like a princess from a fairy tale. We talked for hours, and I was amazed at how much we had in common. We both loved books and movies and music. We both loved nature and animals. We both loved our families, and we both wanted to have children of our own someday. We both loved life, and we both wanted to live it to the fullest. As we talked, I felt like I had known her my whole life. I felt like we were meant to be together, like we were soulmates. I was amazed at how much we had in common, and I was grateful to have met her. I asked for her number, and she gave it to me. I asked why she was in my world, and she told me that she was sick of the loneliness. I asked her how long she intended on staying, and she said that she didn’t know. We parted ways, and I couldn’t stop thinking of her. Her black hair, blue eyes, white skin, and white dress. Her silk-like hair, diamond-like eyes, marble-like skin, and flower-petal dress. I couldn't take it. After grading for another hour, I called her. She answered on the first ring. We talked for hours more, and I was even more amazed at how much we had in common. I asked her to meet with me again the next day, and she agreed. I picked her up from her apartment, which was made of clouds and mist, and drove her to a nearby park, which was made of trees and grass. We sat in the grass, and I told her that I was falling in love with her. She said that she was falling in love with me too, and we kissed. It was our first kiss, and it was magical. I felt like I was flying, like I was on cloud nine. After kissing for a while, we sat back, and I asked her if she wanted to meet my parents. She said that she would love to, and I said that I would arrange it. The next day, I picked her up from her apartment again, and drove her to my parents’ house, which was made of bricks and cement. My mother and father were in the living room, which was filled with photos of my family. My mother had long black hair and blue eyes. She was plump and beautiful, and she smiled when she saw Spasilina. My father had short brown hair and green eyes. He was thin and handsome, and he smiled when he saw Spasilina too. I introduced them, and they were amazed at how beautiful she was. We sat down, and my mother asked her where she was from. Spasilina told her that she was from the McMansion of Solitude, where loneliness is a currency. My mother asked her what she meant, and Spasilina told her that in her mansion, loneliness was something that you could buy and sell. My mother asked why anyone would want to buy loneliness, and Spasilina said that in her world, loneliness was valued above all else. My father asked how it worked, and Spasilina said that in her world, people could buy loneliness from other people. My mother asked who would sell loneliness, and Spasilina said that in her world, people who were lonely would sell their loneliness to people who wanted it. My father asked why people would want to be lonely, and Spasilina said that in her world, loneliness was seen as a luxury. My mother asked what kind of loneliness people would buy, and Spasilina said that in her world, people would buy all kinds of loneliness. My father asked if people would only buy loneliness from certain people, and Spasilina said that in her world, people would buy loneliness from anyone who would sell it. My mother asked if there were any limits to how much loneliness someone could buy, and Spasilina said that in her world, there were no limits. My father asked what would happen if someone bought too much loneliness, and Spasilina said that in her world, if someone bought too much loneliness, they would become very lonely. My mother asked if people ever got too lonely, and Spasilina said that in her world, people rarely got too lonely. My father asked what would happen if someone got too lonely, and Spasilina said that in her world, if someone got too lonely, they would go crazy. My mother asked what would happen if someone went crazy, and Spasilina said that in her world, if someone went crazy, they would be locked away in an asylum. My father asked what would happen if someone couldn’t afford to buy loneliness, and Spasilina said that in her world, if someone couldn’t afford to buy loneliness, they would be very lonely. My mother asked if there were any ways for people to get loneliness without buying it, and Spasilina said that in her world, there were a few ways. My father asked what they were, and Spasilina said that in her world, people could get loneliness by being alone. My mother asked what else they could do, and Spasilina said that in her world, people could get loneliness by not talking to anyone. My father asked what else, and Spasilina said that in her world, people could get loneliness by not seeing anyone. My mother asked if there was anything else people could do, and Spasilina said that in her world, people could get loneliness by going to lonely places. My father asked what lonely places were, and Spasilina said that in her world, lonely places were places where there were no people. My mother asked for an example, and Spasilina said that in her world, forests were considered lonely places. My father asked why forests were lonely, and Spasilina said that in her world, forests were lonely because there were usually no people there. I told her that I had to go to the bathroom, and she said okay. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a little confused. Everything she said seemed to make sense, but at the same time, it didn't make sense. I shrugged and went back out. My family was silent. Spasilina was silent. I broke the silence and asked my mom and dad if they liked her, and they said that they did. I asked Spasilina if she wanted to marry me, and she said that she did. My mother and father looked uncomfortable, but they said that they were okay with it. The next day, I proposed to her. She said yes. We made arrangements to get married, and the day came. We got married in a beautiful church made of clouds and mist. Spasilina was beautiful in a white dress. I was handsome in a black tuxedo. My mother and father were happy to see me get married. After the wedding, we went to a beautiful reception in a park made of trees and flowers. There was a DJ and dancing and food. Spasilina and I danced and ate and laughed. We were happy. After the reception, we went to our new home, which was made of clouds and mist. We lived happily ever after. This is a true story. The end.

My wife is from the McMansion of Solitude, where loneliness is a currency

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