“Patience, patience, all in good time I assure you. But for now, try breathing through your nose otherwise you might burn your vocal cords.”
Thursday night wasn’t the ideal drinking day, but my week and been especially shit so I had no love left for my job or what the bosses thought of my red eyes and dirty shirts, or if they did notice that I had been in same clothes for the last three days.
He wasn’t alone in her pursuit, anyone and everyone who heard about the mysterious door that stood alone in a field wanted to open it. The door itself sat alone in an open space, a closed portal to… something.
Fremdscham – Shame felt for actions done by someone else; vicarious embarrassment, secondhand embarrassment …
I used to think I had an embarrassing childhood. Then I moved away from home for university and realised I just had really bad parents.
“Play with me.”
The woman’s voice was soft but confident, instantly telling him what kind of woman it was. He smiled and lowered his book to at least get a look in before rejecting her.
“Really? Because it’s a total chore for me.”
He couldn’t help but laugh.
“Who cares what you think? I’m not interested in your happiness.”
“You know, I worked really hard on this. Getting the ingredients, practised it so that I could make it just right and you’re looking at me like I’m an arsehole!”
Do you want to know my honest opinion on why some people seem to go from one abusive relationship to another?