by Kassiana
Ain't nothing good about it. Thats the way it feels. It's just like the death of a loved one even worse. Death is final and beyond your reach. This is worse. You try and try but nothing will ever work and every time you see that person Death is Walking with you. And it goes on and on. Even if you find another it's always there.
Jim
The wife is brave. In real life, so many women put up with neglect for years and inwardly, they die, little by little. In my mind, I see her 5 years from this moment, a happier person, independently able to determine her own fulfillment. I think you've written a story that challenges a lot of women who just accept the unintended cruelty of their mates.
The wife is brave. In real life, so many women put up with neglect for years and inwardly, they die, little by little. In my mind, I see her 5 years from this moment, a happier person, independently able to determine her own fulfillment. I think you've written a story that challenges a lot of women who just accept the unintended cruelty of their mates.
You did a marvelous job. I could fell his pain. Even through his already acknowledged futile last meeting, the horrible reality kept exhibiting, and kept growing, until even at the very end, when he thought she would have at least a small positive reaction, his hope was crushed underfoot on her way ut the door. Thanks for a good story
You captured the futility, that so often rules, in a glass case.
I hate so deeply that real life is like that far too often.
People are so fragile.
Telling that makes the world a better place because it helps us to realise how hard we have to try.
Eff
And we've all been here, at some time or another. You've just articulated it better than anyone I know! Bravo!