My wife is my nemesis. Regression my mistress. Hot head in a lizard state. Anything I say is wrong. Everything too late. Overkill. Frustrate. My buttons are being jammed in harder and deeper than ever before. Thick glottal stops and slamming doors. Give me a moment so I can push against this pressure. Let me breath a second before I spit a torrential Tourette of fuck. fuck. fuck. This is not me, this thing that I'm becoming. Are we growing old or growing up? Pressed under or rising above? It may not be happiness, but it's got to be love.
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Do you suppose it's a bad omen that so far the two posts for this week's challenge are related to weddings and marriage? And that the challenge is "wrong"?
Great piece!
Thanks, we worked it out. Got the apology challenge here:
http://sleepdepninja.blogspot.com/2009/09/100-word-challenge-awesome-retraction.html
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