Unpublished fiction
by admin on Jul.27, 2010, under Stefanie S. Hope, Writing
“Well,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’d already assumed that it was a culmination of experiences that drove you from the marriage. But there must have been that one thing that pushed you over the edge, so to speak.”
There were more than just a few. I recall continuously being pushed over the edge, or least being driven close enough to it to see the abyss.
“His mother,” I finally blurted out, spewing out a firestorm of pitiless hate. It took me a moment to compose myself. “His fucking mother.”
My psychologist remained cool. I’d expected some kind of reaction from him, but he let me wallow in the density of my hate. And then he smiled. And urged me to continue.
“Let’s talk about his mother then.”
Excerpt from: “Marriage: Just dial 911 and hope for the best!”
Stefanie S. Hope
July 27th, 2010 on 8:03 pm
Did I say this already?…love it….
July 27th, 2010 on 8:17 pm
Yes, you did.
thank you.