Thank God it’s over. Have you seen my wife?
She used to be the one… That soft place to land.
Somewhere along the line, it faded from her, that sparkle, that will to do more. Now, I come home to this…
Our home was a place of celebration, different friends, all our friends, over for drinks and parties, dinners, anniversaries, birthdays, holidays, births, weddings, Tuesdays….whatever.
Everyone was close and we were the hub.
That was before.
Before what?
What happened?
She said it was neglect.
Who’s neglect? Mine? Couldn’t be! There’s a roof here, we’re not naked and we’re not starving. No neglect here…WTF?
She says she doesn’t feel loved…
I think gettin up everyday and working twelve hours is love, I shovel the driveway, put out the trash. What the hell does she want from me?
...I gotta get outa here…go for a drive.