14 December 2012

Published December 12, 2012 by rochellewisoff


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Thanks to Doug MacIlroy for sharing the photo prompt this week. 

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Submitted for your approval…or disapproval. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Although when my husband read it this morning he reminded me that we’re out of Cheerios. Read on, you’ll understand.

Happy Hanukkah to those amongst us of the Jewish persuasion.  Good Yontiff or Hag Samayakh. 


            Somewhere between “I do” and diapers Gavin’s winsome bride turned into a nattering, self-centered shrew. Everything he said or did she took as either an affront or lack of caring.

            If he brought her flowers she accused him of seeing another woman. If he made overtures she accused him of treating her like a sex object.

            Eventually he gave up trying to fix their relationship and escaped to his garage sanctuary.  

            One afternoon Lois stood over him, their three-year-old son in tow. “I’m leaving.”

            “Pick up a quart of milk.”

            “For good.”

            He smiled. Peace at last!


85 comments on “14 December 2012

  • Ditto that. This is the first one that leave me shaking my head in dismay. I wish I could read that computer screen! (Not to eavesdrop on Doug’s conversation, but to read the quote!) 😉 Alright, going off to wait for inspiration…


    • Okay, I take it back. While it DID stump me, I realized while going about my morning routine that this makes a nice setting to host a little of Angelique’s history. Can’t wait to read everyone else’s stories! Happy FF to all!


  • ugh! soooo annoying! i got mine finished – excited about it – but then i forgot i had already scheduled a post for today, so mine won’t be early because i don’t want to post twice in one day. grrrr. patience, young skywalker. patience.


  • Sounds like another real life situation here. Maybe she will get as far as the store and come back and think how fortunate she is to have one that brings her flowers and tries to enrich their love life.


  • Poor Gavin… and poor Lois… and poor kid. The first few sentences, in particular, serve as a reminder to wives to appreciate what they have. I think there’s a verse in Proverbs along the lines of, “Better a crust of bread on the rooftop than a feast inside with a nagging wife.” Something like that… Whatever it is, I’d hate to drive my husband to the garage!

    As for your little typo, be thankful it wasn’t a query letter. A blog post you can edit, but once you hit send… You just have to duck your head and hope the agent doesn’t see it. (Not that I’ve ever left an entire word out of a query letter or anything…) Anyhow, I do feel your pain. Take comfort in the knowledge that, while you may not be able to edit from your phone, you WILL be able to fix it, and none of us will think the less of you in the meantime! 🙂


  • I didn’t think you were capable of making a mistake…I am in shock…Truthfully I didn’t notice it I read it as one. This was down to earth and reminds me of my a past life….Nice work.


  • Hi Rockstar – Another good one purple addict. I’m glad Lois decided to leave on her own and probably just in time. I have a feeling hubby was planning to do something with the tape, pliers and chains. You know where to find me.


    • Good for you Russell. You know how to reconcile a good bad relationship.
      Brought to mind these other ten great parting lines:

      • Okay, honey – and I’ll see you later in court.
      • Okay, honey – and I’ll see you later in hell
      • That’s good, honey, whatever you want.
      • Make that Lite beer and a case of it – and some bourbon.
      • Did you make the bed?
      • Are you sure you know the way out of town?
      • I just finally moved into the garage and now you’re going to leave?
      • Yes, dear, you’re leaving me for good. It’s not only good but It’s like a national Holiday       or a Governor’s reprieve.
      • What’s your name?
      • I was just busting your hump, dear, I didn’t want milk anyways



  • Hi Rochelle,
    Good portrait of a toxic relationship. Funny how marriage can ruin a good relationship, or maybe Gavin was just deluding himself. Bet he’ll be more careful before he gets involved again. Could be worse. Could have lasted 41 years! Ha! Ron


  • I hope that Lois manages to find a garage sanctuary – sounds like she needs some peace too. Great story, Rochelle. I particularly love the first line.


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