He sighed and put the newspaper back on the table. “What’s wrong?” his wife asked, understanding his expressions and tones for satisfaction and displeasure. “I just read about Marvin’s decision. I really wish that he would listen to me.”
She heaves the breath out, one last push with her chest to make sure all the frustration is released, “Now, then, what did you say you were thinking?” Let them speak, let their words cover up all her floundering, maybe she can find some land to drag herself out of this, procrastinating disguised as listening.
Depressed, sad, anxious, suicidal thoughts, the breath of relief after completing something big, the sigh knowing what will be coming next…and definitely not liking it
He sighed and put the newspaper back on the table. “What’s wrong?” his wife asked, understanding his expressions and tones for satisfaction and displeasure. “I just read about Marvin’s decision. I really wish that he would listen to me.”
Ahh. Not as bad as I had thought. A little blood. Not much. I feel fucking great!
It’s over. Not as bad as I thought. A little blood but not much. And it felt great!
She heaves the breath out, one last push with her chest to make sure all the frustration is released, “Now, then, what did you say you were thinking?” Let them speak, let their words cover up all her floundering, maybe she can find some land to drag herself out of this, procrastinating disguised as listening.
Sigh. The man had never sighed. He had grunted, mumbled, murmured, whine, chided, belittled, and praised. This new sound was inconvenient.
Depressed, sad, anxious, suicidal thoughts, the breath of relief after completing something big, the sigh knowing what will be coming next…and definitely not liking it