Nothing happened. Stop. Please, stop. I’m telling you, Mom: nothing happened. Lisa wanted babies, and then it turned out I’m shooting blanks. So nothing happened. And my lot got pulled and I went over to Iraq for two years. I bought her three separate plane tickets. She never used one of them. So nothing happened. My time came up, and I got home, and waited for her to pick me up on the curb. Nothing happened and I had to catch a cab. We fought about nothing. We argued in fine circles of inconsequence. One night I got so angry I almost threw a lamp at her. I didn’t pick it up, instead walking out of the apartment so nothing would happen. Half the mornings I’d wake up and find her half of the bed empty. We went to a therapist, and she wouldn’t open up about what I’d done wrong, and was very aggressive about me not opening up about things that weren’t there, and so we paid for six weeks of nothing happening until I just didn’t bother driving up there anymore. We don’t have a kid. We don’t own a house. She doesn’t have a career, and I’ll be damned if I’m to blame. So when I say “Nothing happened,” please stop asking.
Counter est. March 2, 2008
A powerful bit of nothing. Good character sketch in this.
ReplyDeleteOuch. Two people with a lot of unresolved anger there. Like Tony said, a powerful bit of nothing.
ReplyDeleteThis was very sad. Sometimes nothing is worse than something.
ReplyDelete"We argued in fine circles of inconsequence."
ReplyDeleteAin't that a bitch. Happens all too often.
Very common for this sort of nothing to happen in a marriage, sadly. Good monologue.
ReplyDeleteNothing much to really say about is this one. Lol (but not lol) - this was cuttingly good, loved the repetition marking the spiralling cycle of nothingness.
ReplyDeleteElegant. This paints a lot very quickly.
ReplyDeleteAnd by the way, you are one prolific dude!
very good, bet a lot of people can relate to that situation.
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