“I didn’t say I wanted to leave …”
“Then what do you mean? All you do is complain honestly! How can you sit there and expect me not to think otherwise?”
“Look all I want is for you to show some level of understanding when I voice my opinion. I know it might come across as complaining, but that’s not my intent.”
“When you said I was moving too fast for you, what else should I have inferred from that?
“I simply wasn’t ready for such a vigorous ride at the time. Sometimes I want a gradual transition not straight off the runway into auto speed. Is that … ”
“There’s just no pleasing you, is there? The last time I was too slow, this time I was too fast. How about you just shut up and enjoy it?”
Every part of me creaked with anger “God you’re a brute! It’s so like you to focus on yourself, have you ever stopped to apologize for all the grime that I have endured or the fact that you have become heavier.”
“Well I didn’t ask you to stay: the door is wide open.” Walking out of the room your attitude was the antithesis of the atmosphere in the room: carefree and buoyant.
All I wanted was to be rocked gently, not abandoned.
The story was inspired by the picture above. If you like this, you might also like this abandoned.
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Poor chair! 🙂
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Hehehe! Just sat out there all abandoned.
Thanks Jessie for reading and commenting.
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