**The Big Conundrum
by Shannon Braybrook**
I quietly walked back into the house and I could see that he was thinking about all the things we said to each other earlier that morning. I had cried and spent the past 2 hours driving around the city. How dare he tell me to get a job and to stop daydreaming! Maybe he should get a job!
Actually, he has a job. He has a great job as far as I could tell. Being the head of the science lab in the university was not only exciting but it had its perks. I remember the last time I was at the lab after hours with my husband. You could say we got a little kinky but it was more boring than that. It was fun pulling out the microscope and some slides of really neat bug parts. I loved to visit my man while he was at work, but today, as I walk through the front door towards him, I was thinking more desperate thoughts.
We have been married for over 15 years and we don't have any children...probably will never have kids. I feel like my clock stopped ticking a long time ago.
It was a typical morning. I could hear the birds on the feeder and the faint caw of a raven as I sipped my coffee. I noticed something was on Steve's mind and I started to pry a little. "What's up? Why are you so quiet?" He mumbled something but I didn't quite hear him. I felt as though he was going to wind up and tell me what I did wrong already this morning. I was ready. I made sure to let him know that if I did something wrong, I would right it. This morning coffee was not comfortable at all. I decide that it wasn't worth my time to sit and stew over what was said so I head to the kitchen to do some dishes.
Whenever I get angry, the house gets clean. It's my go-to place when I am starting to blow flames out the side of my head. I don't even know what happened next to cause my normally loving and calm husband to blow a gasket, but oh boy, did he ever. He came stomping out of the bedroom insisting that I tell him what was going on and why I was spending so much time on my computer. I looked at him puzzled. "What? Are you serious? What do you think I am doing?" His response made me realize that maybe this marriage was over.
He said "If you love Steemit so much, why don't you marry it!"
I said "Gladly. If I could marry Steemit, I fucking would!"
So, I packed my shit and hit the road for 2 hours until I realized I loved Steemit and I loved my husband. Both can work.
Just don't get between me and my STEEM and everything will be alright. (not a true story-my hubby loves Steemit)
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