“There you go – messing it up again. Why can’t you ever get things done right?”
Martha’s shrill voice pierces my soul. I let my imagination go astray – a life without being blamed for every inconsequential act or mishap, a life with total freedom of doing things my way. The heat of a mismatched marriage was searing my sanity.
How I wished to be on non-speaking terms with her – several hours being whiled away without speaking a word, as it happened in the early stages of our relationship.
How I wished for the ice between us to build up again….
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This relationship needs some cooling. Sometimes those walls are protective.
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You are right. Walls protect.
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I see what you did there. With a relationship that runs hot and cold.Cool.
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Thanks!
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Nicely done, Reena
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Thank you, Roberta!
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I like what you did with this week’s prompt.
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Thank you, Susan!
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Interesting take on the prompt, Reena. To long for an icy relationship is an unusual twist!
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It is choosing the lesser evil 🙂
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