Those weren’t dreams that we’d, shared, oh no! They were, nightmares instead! It’d, started, on that evening that you got home drunk…
You’d had, an awful day a1t work, dealing with, that terrible boss who’d been, breathin’ down your neck, getting on your case in everything you did, and don’t mention the coworkers, who’d slacked off on your team, you’d had to, double, no, triple to quadruple your workload, to finishing everybody else’s workload, AND your own.
The nightmare we’d shared started, blowin’, out of control, and this time, it was, something that’s, so small, like the kids cryin’, or the dogs, barkin’ out of turn, that got you so furious. The nightmare we’d shared, it wasn’t supposed to be like this: marriage. I mean, we were, in love, were we not? So, what happened to us, huh?
The nightmare we’d, shared, it’d, gotten to me, day, and night, while you’d, still, slept, quite soundly on your side of the bed. I can’t do this anymore! I can’t, knowingly, live, in this, nightmare we’d, shared, knowing, that I used to love you, and you, used to, love me to, and all that remained between us, was nothing, but this, animosity, this run-on argument we’re still, bickering in………
