Typical of our fights, it always ends with one of us banging the door, and walking away in fury. It
1600 WordsApr 23, 20197 Pages
Typical of our fights, it always ends with one of us banging the door, and walking away in fury. It has always been our way of letting the other know that we are pissed beyond the thin stretch that separates sane from the absolutely insane phase of things.
Well, to tell the truth, I am the one who does the banging of the door most of the time.
Anyway, early this month we moved into a new house, and perhaps it was the pressure of moving, coupled with our tendency not agreeing with things that matter (Like me insisiting that we need new curtains and him insisting that our old curtains will work just fine in covering our windows, cus after all, they are just curtains *Sigh*)
So he yells: DO WHAT YOU WANT… and Bang! He slams the door…show more content…
He keeps quiet, looks at me as if he is digesting it all, and then says:
“I really need to leave and go do something..”
I sigh deeply, wondering if the feeling am feeling now is the kind that Nyeri women feel before they go full swing into battering their husbands.
Well, we always get along pretty fine, we are good kind of laid back and we thrive in laughing at the little weird things that life brings…
But errm, there are those times when he becomes a total pain in my nini, and I hate it when people are a pain in the nini…
I suddenly find him to be so insufferable and suddenly, my mind gets into cataloging every little thing that he does to drive me crazy. (Which I will not list here, like how he wakes up in the morning and while everyone else is asleep, he sings along to his country music or Rumba…again and again until that is all that is playing in my mind long after he has left for work)
Anyway, I sit down to watch TV, and I suddenly wish