A Cathartic Conversation

or Sometimes You Just Need to Vent

“Did you ever notice you never finish anything you start?”

She looks over her shoulder at a dusty, half-finished dress and returns her gaze to me.

“Huh?”

“Besides that dress.  Not what I was talking about.  But that too.  It makes the dining room look messy.”

“You know I’ve been down lately.”

“Yeah, I know.  You hate your job.  I know.  So look for a new one?”

She flops over onto her back, resting her head on the arm of the couch and stares at the ceiling.  A bad sign.

“I look almost every day.”

“And nothing?” I ask.  I feel more like a parent than a lover, a huge turnoff.

“Nope.”

She sits up again.  Here comes the subject change.

“I need a car.  My new goal is to save up for a car.”

Oh lord.

“Um, you barely make your half of the rent now and it’s always late.  Where will you get money for a car?  Or insurance?”

“I’ll work more.  Get more hours or something.”

“And school?  Last week you said you wanted to go back to school.  We’re already getting attacked by annoying reps from schools, not to mention the mailers.”

“I’ll have to put that off for a while.”

“Like the dress.  And your blog.  And becoming a vegetarian, remember that one?  You brought home steak the second night.  And everything else you start.”

She flops back down onto her back.  Ceiling again.

“What kind of car should I get?”

I want to scream.

“Are you happy?”

She actually turns and looks at me.

“I dunno.”

“What do you mean?  What makes you happy?  What makes you get up in the morning?”

“You.”

I can’t take this.

“What else?”

She thinks about it.

“I dunno.”

“Well I think you need to make yourself happy.  And stop depending on me for all your happiness.  I can’t take it.”

“Well it’s not like I have lots of friends here to go out with.  I just moved here.”

A year ago.

“A year ago.  A whole year.  Do you even try?”

She folded her arms like a child and frowned.  I can’t take it anymore.

“We need to talk.”

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10 responses to “A Cathartic Conversation

  1. Love it… but yet, it sounds eerily familiar.

  2. My favorite writers really get inside the minds of their characters – it’s not all talk and narration. I can feel what they are feeling.

    Your ability to move me into the main character never ceases to surprise me. This so perfectly describes a dependent relationship at its worst.

    I always look forward to your posts. ❤

  3. Great writing. I really felt myself staring at the ceiling. I could relate to both characters. I guess I’ve been in both situations. I really enjoyed this, Den! 🙂

  4. don’t know how I found your site but I like your writing. you capture that strange tension of a partner with no active goals (like some trailing spouses) and one who has stopped caring…interestingly the reader’s not sure who to side with. All in a few short lines. Well done.

  5. insighttoanindividual

    simple, effective and stylishly done. Nice.
    Jen…x

  6. hey! thanks for reading my post, it’s always nice to know people actually read what i have to say sometimes! 🙂
    I can really relate to this with being the one trying to get your sig. other to get their shit together. it’s tough, you just want to help them, but you don’t want to be too pushy either. =/

  7. oh Wow!! Loved this!!!

  8. I read on another blog recently “the key to writing is to write.” Don’t ever stop wriring… nice stuff.

  9. Extremely well done… I really love your writing style.

  10. unabridgedgirl

    “Like the dress. And your blog. And becoming a vegetarian, remember that one? You brought home steak the second night. And everything else you start.”

    The steak made me laugh.

    Fabulous dialogue!

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