It took me over a week to figure out how to complete this assignment. This is Assignment #9 and we are on Assignment #18. This was a challenge, to say the least. Hopefully it’ll make sense. Please leave your reaction. I need all I can get. Happy Blogging;)
Ugh. Why does he want to talk? I mean what could be so damned important that we must walk through this park as if we are still in our honeymoon stage. I can’t imagine what it is. It could be a number if things. First and foremost he should start with a simple trait called accountability. I guess he figures I’ll get weak and forget all that had happened. Ha! Not happening.
This park is beautiful though. There are gorgeous cherry blossom trees that pavé the walkway. I could sit here forever. He knows I love this park. This could be considered cruel depending on what he wants to discuss.
Maybe he wants to discuss the time we visited his parents, and he felt I wasn’t paying him enough attention so he threw a Triaminic medicine at me. Grape flavor too. Mind you, I was in the kitchen talking with his mother, sister, and aunts. Plus our 3 kids were in there as well. I’m not sure of his rationale, but shame on me for letting it slide. The embarrassment and shame to have something like that done in front of his family. I wish I would’ve known of these traits sooner.
Maybe he wants to discuss the times he gambled all of our rent and bill money and consistently drained our bank accounts. The threat of being evicted was another reason for my gray hair. There are gray hairs with his name on them, that is a fact. Each night he would say he was going to visit his mother, who lived around the corner, that is another issue all together, he would somehow or someway end up at the casino. Then return home in tears, literally tears, and apologetic for draining the bank account, yet again. I can’t count how man times his mother paid our bills and rent, and even our groceries. This is such a pathetic relationship. My family should probably have me committed or something, this behavior cannot be normal.
I know what he wants to discuss. Wait! What the hell? Why is he crying? Ugh, I see the drama coming on. This must be, victim status moment, for him. He is a professional victim. This should be interesting, are we broke again? Has he cheated, and if he had, would I be upset, or would I finally be able to leave this madness of a relationship? I have no idea what’s going on, but now the beauty of the park has turned to this cold and empty place. The beauty of the cherry blossoms are gone. The smell of the flowers and just of the outside in spring, it always smells wonderful to me. Not anymore, sigh, thanks my love, for a wonderful walk in the park.
This should be interesting, there is the old woman from his building, who always compliments us on being such a happy and beautiful couple. She is a sweet woman, even if she lies to our faces daily about our relationship appearing to be perfect. I’ll accept the compliment, no matter how empty it is. She looks so peaceful there on the bench in her mauve sundress with the cutest sandals I have ever seen, and her cane, which always has a ribbon or bow around it to match her outfit of the day. She is such a fashionista. She is knitting that same red sweater that she has worked on for the past 5 years. I’m sure it is due to her arthritis that she that she complains about in the same sentence of a compliment. Like when she told me how much she loved my new car, Lexus LS series, you know that parks itself. But she’d mention the car and if her arthritis in her hands was not so bad she’d be driving instead of being driven. Gotta love her. I wonder if he will get his act together before we pass her, and if she’d think we were such a cute couple now.
I still don’t know why he’s tearing up so bad and squeezing my hand. “OUCH!!” I screamed, well, it was more of a grunt than a scream, but he obviously understood because his grip loosened. The next thing that came out of his mouth was mind blowing. He says in a lowered eyed position, shoulders slouched position and says in this foreign tone that he just found out he was not divorced from his earlier wife. Sigh, and the hits just keep on coming. Really? Is this my life? I really want laugh out loud right now. I mean, would that be rude or psychotic? I am not sure, but I want to laugh in his face and ask him how the hell you didn’t know you were NOT divorced. Did you sign papers? Did you file for divorce? I mean really dude? After all of this you tell me this now? In my favorite park? How did I get so lucky to have a man like you?
I guess that rules out his apology for leaving e stranded in another state at a raunchy motel with no money or resources. This has confirmed how simple-minded he is and that this dysfunction cannot continue any longer. I really have nothing to say at this point. All I have left is action.
I do have to accept accountability for staying and putting up with this nonsense. I was and am now part of the problem and it is my fault for not checking the family dynamics before accepting a relationship.
She’ll never forgive me for this, not in a million years. I’m not sure if I forgive me for allowing this to happen, how stupid can I be? I really didn’t know. Well, that is not true, I just hoped it was taken care of and that is be free ACD clear. Guess life doesn’t work that way.
But, she has to understand that she is not ah easy person to love. I love her with ago if my being but most of the time I’m not sure if I like her. I don’t think she’s truly aware of how aloof abs standoffish she is. Maybe this walk through the park will remind her to stay calm, like she always pretends.
I really hate this park. The people offend my ears and the smells offend my nose. Why do people feel the need to come outside to price to others how happy they are. That is all I see, pretenders. Life is one big game full of pretenders portraying themselves as people. We usually refer to them as celebrities. The only group missing at this park are the élite pretenders also known as politicians.
I want to marry this woman. She is the mother of my three kids and I can’t imagine life without her. But after this in sure she will have no mercy on me when she finds out. Truthfully is the shoe was on the other foot I would’ve left her ass years ago. So I guess I should be thankful, even though a part of me feels she needs to be the thankful one with her mean self.
Ugh, tears. Why do I always tear up when I talk to her, I feel like such a loser at times. Like I can’t measure up to her needs. But she won’t express her needs. She won’t express anything. She’s just one huge mystery for me to solve.
I do love that she is not an easy person to conquer, because I don’t have to worry about someone running game on her out lying about our relationship. Because she won’t let you in her life long enough to give advice or to know she needs advice. She is a professional detacher. She can and will detach at a moments notice. Maybe that is what frightens me. Her finally detaching from myself.
Oops, guess I was squeezing her hand to hard she just grunted some deep evil sound.
There’s Mrs. Epstein making that sweater for her dog. She always talks about her lively auburn 6lb poodle named Cashmere. However, I spoke to her daughter years ago and she informed us that there is no dog and never has been, due to Mrs. Epstein being allergic all to dogs. And our building is a pet free zone. No Pets Allowed. She’s a sweet adorable woman though. I need to man-up, before she sees me crying.
Well, here goes nothing. “Baby, I have something to say that I know is hard to hear.” The glare in her eyes now are like daggers. Her mood just shifted from comfort to disdain and judgment. “I just received some information about my past. I just found out that my divorce is not yet final. I know we were planning marriage but it seems it’ll have to be out on hold for awhile.”
I guess I can’t blame her for walking away. She really just walked away without saying one word. This is bad. She’s leaving me for sure.
It’s such a beautifully sunny day, feels like 90 degrees or so. This park is a gift from God. My dog Cash will love it. She always enjoys the park. I should’ve brought her to the park today.
Cash will look so cute in this sweater. It’s almost complete, just a few more stitches, then, wallah, beautiful bedazzled red sweater for the Christmas holiday.
Oh look. Here comes my upstairs neighbors. They’re a weird couple. She looks annoyed so if the time age he just looked self entitled and clueless. They say opposite attract. Well in this case, I’d have to agree.
I can’t tell without staying but he seems to be crying. Are they having a lovers quarrel? I wish I could hear their conversation. First they were walking hand in hand enjoying this slice of heaven in this park. Then the mood and scene changed you tears and abrupt departure.
The interesting people and situations you encounter in life.
Day Nine: Point of View
Today’s Prompt: A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.
We encourage you to give fiction a try, even if that not what you normally do — it can be a fun way to stretch. If fiction feels like a bridge to far, take some element from the scene that speaks to you, and write a non-fiction piece about that. Perhaps you are drawn to the old woman, and will write a piece about your grandmother, or the crying man will inspire a story about the last time you cried joyful tears.
Today’s twist: write the scene from three different points of view: from the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman.
If point of view was an object, it would be William Carlos Williams’ infamous red wheelbarrow; everything depends on it.