She paced waywardly fuming with anger. Her therapist advice echoed on her head, “Whenever in anger, count backward” And she diligently rehearsed, 100, 99, 98… while in the midst of her counting she saw him approaching. The smirk on his face, that claim of uncalled victory, made her squirm in fury. All the cues and lessons went out the window and she flounced, exposing her vulnerable heart.
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This made me crack up, lol. Sorry🤭🤭
This was suppose to be serious affair 😐
Okay🤭
That’s ok. Whatever your interpretation. I am okay with it 😊
It’s just when you mentioned the therapist it made me giggle
Lol. As long I am making you laugh ❤️
Could this be converted into a short story, a bit longer actually. Would love to read that.
Ok. I will give it a shot. Thanks for your words
sounds like a dysfunctional relationship, best they split up now!
Yeah. I agree. Thanks for reading
it’s an intriguing read, keep it up!
Thanks so much, Kate
welcome Shantanu
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Hahaha! The ending was quite funny! I wish it was longer, though.
Thanks so much. 🌸😊
You’re welcome!
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haha..story of our lives.
True that 🌸😊
Mee too feel the same that it would have been turned into a short story..
Thank you so much. Will for sure give it a shot