He’s been a wonderful husband. Devoted, romantic. Our lives have been full, with the business and the foreign travel.
He said children would be a burden. Aren’t I enough for you? he would tease, gripping my hand. I gave in, of course. Took the pills. Sometimes, though, I dream…
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Written for/ inspired by Kat Myrman’s weekly Twittering Tales challenge.
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Oh…such a sad story Kirst. You told it so well. ❤️
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A beautiful story of longing, Kirst.
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It is a sad story, very well written, good post for the prompt.
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Excellent. Good to see you back here!
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Wow! Talk about a life of regrets (but only for one of them, it seems)
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