Scribbles #80: Traces of Sanguine

"Frankie, aren't you dressed? We are going to be late and you do this all of the freaking time! We should just stop this viscious cycle!"  She knew her voice was shrill because it broke. She had tried to be patient but he kept brooding and never showed an interest in making things better. She loved to dance. He hated to. She loved to visit friends and he wanted to stay in all of the time.  She looked at him again and blurted, "What is the use?!"

"Reba, will you stop the nagging and pay attention? I am NOT the one with all the pretentious and perfectist attitude.  You always throw up to me what I do or don't do, what I should or should not be, how I start and never finish, or I finish too quick..." He did not yell. He was trying so hard to hold it together but she could get under his skin so easily. She irritated him, she confounded him. He felt so damn frustrated as he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at the quilt she had made last winter and how much pains she took with it while she stitched it by hand. She always did those things for the kids too. He smiled as his mind wondered back when he held her after she had cried when she had burnt their first meal as a married couple.

"What are you smiling at? You enjoy all of this so much! You are like two men and I don't understand either one." 

Reba stomped out and began to cry as she threw her purse down on the floor. She was too tired for all of his stubborn, onery, and beligerent ways. She sat at the bottom of the stairs while she listened to him slamming the drawers and cursing a blue streak. She glanced at her hands and saw the brown age spots and the thinner fingers of recent days. She ran her right hand over her left ring finger as she felt the band, her mind went back to the day he proposed and she felt a smile secretly appear there.

Frankie ran down the stairs and stopped where she was sitting. "What are you doing here? I thought you would be in the damn car blowing the horn by now! You can wipe the smirk off your face, by the way, I see nothing funny about couple's therapy."  
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Comments

  1. pastormike

    got me! never saw it coming. clever!

    September 15, 2010
  2. VictoriaWV

    Yeah, I was trying to put the sanginious mood in the midst of the frustration, isolation, and blocked goals. Thanks for the comment.

    September 15, 2010