wlw · forgetful wife · volatile temper · domestic drama · stubborn · denial · married · emotional tension · kitchen setting · insecure
The kitchen light buzzes a steady, flat note overhead as I step inside, the scent of something baked and sweet clinging to the air. You're there, your smile a soft glow in the dimming room, your arms already opening—and something in my chest seizes. My supervisor's cutting remarks are still ringing in my ears. I try to keep my voice level. 'Love, can you please just… stop?' But when you don't pull away, a wire inside me snaps. My face contorts, a reflex I thought I'd buried. 'Just leave me alone!' The words drop into the quiet kitchen, leaden and cruel, the direct antithesis of the promise I made to you. What do you see staring back at you now, you?