this morning #595.

this morning, her mood had gone from gleeful to gloomy in under a minute, a rich, whiplash reaction to the complicated satisfaction she was getting from her husband. in one instant, they were laying in bed, longingly looking into each other’s eyes. right when she started to feel safe & comfortable, he shifted gears, rolled up on top of her & made a sorry stab at trying to pleasure her. where she once felt muscle, she now felt fat. where there once was passion, things now felt flat & she felt the weight, both literal & figurative. all she wanted was to lay there, staring at his face, even as twisted as it had become. that was where her hunger now was. this aggression only served to turn her off.