“What is the difference they are both tomato soup… water or milk it shouldn’t matter,” he said.
She shook her head and replied, “it does matter. It is a difference of watery or creamy soup.”
He gave her a blank stare and said, “I still say you are just splitting hairs. It is the tomato part you want to taste anyway, and you add so little of the water or milk, but we’ll go with your way. Now do you want 2% or whole milk, or does it make a difference.”
I knew what I wanted to do the minute I saw this, and I will get to that but first. My life has been to the extremes. I have had my high points and my lows. Some people would think this was a low point as I am no longer in a relationship with my boyfriend of nearly ten years, but I feel a definite freedom and weight off of my shoulders. I had been extremely isolated while he was actually here, but he was too busy with a million other things. It was time to put me first. And this past weekend he and his mom left to a small two-bedroom apartment.
So, now I wait for the extremes of depression and anxiety to hit. I had a lot of high anxiety levers during the pack and leave, but it has been wonderful these last couple of days. I know the lows of depression will come though and I am doing all I can to keep them at bay. I have a wonderful support group of family and friends who have been there for me.
Tomorrow will be a stressful day as they come back to (hopefully) get all the rest of their stuff they left behind. Then I will totally free.
Maybe if he had listened to this song and taken notes things would have been different… but I doubt it. What I thought of first when I saw the prompt… the band Extreme with one of my favorite rock ballads, “More Than Words.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – extreme
She rested her head by putting her forehead in her hand. It had been a long day and he was endlessly droning on about something she had absolutely no interest in. She wasn’t trying to be rude it was just about the tenth time he had told this particular story.
She was thinking about how soon it would be over. She had asked him to move out and he had already found an apartment to rent. It’s not that she stopped loving him, it was more a case of shock over how little he had matured as the years went on. Sometimes she felt like she was with a toddler who just wouldn’t listen. He had heard her when she asked him to leave. He tried to do some of the things she asked but it proved to be way too little and just too late.
She now sat down in her chair to … well, to do whatever she wanted. The possibilities were endless without restrictions to tie her down.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – forehead