Writing Challenge: Disappointment

[impressive]

Wedded bliss was not so ‘blissful’ as it turned out. Bitter feelings, bruised ego and a mountain of bills tend to leave a sour taste in one’s mouth.

Finding another true love after such a traumatic experience can be rewarding and can make one feel like the luckiest person on earth for having been so fortunate.

The feeling of falling in love is indescribable and takes over your thoughts day in, day out. That ‘high’ of feeling loved and giving love back can be compared to nothing else on earth.

Once that plateau is reached, and the relationship settles down and becomes a part of your everyday life, contentment kicks in; a balance of happiness and security.

Then to have all that taken away by the lie and spiteful act of a so-called friend, through nothing more than sheer jealousy, makes you want to just give up. Fucking bitch.

150 words exactly

Somehow missed this initially. Sorry, dear. Despondent, indeed. (and no need for the pasta, either).

 

[BlackShanglan]

Vella,

For someone who hasn't mastered paragraph breaks or capital letters, that was first-rate.

*scowl* *kick*

*nuzzles vella carefully*

Be nice to the little darling. She's fragile. And clever.

Shanglan

 

[Kassiana]

I fucking hate Christmas. Here's why.

She forced a smile as she sat before the desk.

No Christmas.

She listened, aching inside, as Stacy mouthed platitudes.

No presents. No special food. No way out from under crushing debts.

She nodded. Everyone's badly off. No one's hiring. She'd heard it all before.

She couldn't breathe. Christmas miracles happened to other people.

Losing your job before Christmas. And a happy fucking New Year, Kass.

She contained the pain until she got up and turned away. Then the tear burst loose and ran down her cheek.

“Merry Christmas,” the unemployment officer called.

Oh, yeah. Merry unemployment and death. Joy to the gods-damned world.

“Merry Christmas,” she forced out, walking to the door.

Get to the car so you can cry without making a bigger fool of yourself.

 

[impressive]

Re: I fucking hate Christmas. Here's why.

She forced a smile as she sat before the desk.

No Christmas.

She listened, aching inside, as Stacy mouthed platitudes.

No presents. No special food. No way out from under crushing debts.

She nodded. Everyone's badly off. No one's hiring. She'd heard it all before.

She couldn't breathe. Christmas miracles happened to other people.

Losing your job before Christmas. And a happy fucking New Year, Kass.

She contained the pain until she got up and turned away. Then the tear burst loose and ran down her cheek.

“Merry Christmas,” the unemployment officer called.

Oh, yeah. Merry unemployment and death. Joy to the gods-damned world.

“Merry Christmas,” she forced out, walking to the door.

Get to the car so you can cry without making a bigger fool of yourself.

Kass.

(aside) Why is it that we feel we must cry alone?

 

[Kassiana]

Re: Re: I fucking hate Christmas. Here's why.

(aside) Why is it that we feel we must cry alone?

Personally? Because (a) usually if you cry in front of strangers, they try to ask you questions...and honestly, if you're crying, you're not in any shape to answer them and (b) crying is an intimate and private activity, particularly if it's over an emotional issue and not an obvious physical injury. I'd be bothered far less crying in front of others if it were because I had a broken arm than because (e.g. only) my husband were going to leave me.

 

[impressive]

Re: Re: Re: I fucking hate Christmas. Here's why.

Personally? Because (a) usually if you cry in front of strangers, they try to ask you questions...

Some do, yes ... but I've found those to be a very small percentage. More often (at least in my public crying experience) they just stare, and if you look directly at them, they (of course) quickly avert their gazes.