Topic - Escape.
I find sick in my life, sick to the core; gruesome to the max facing my wife who does not react in any other ways. Find myself with Thomas Blair, a friend who has been there for me since secondary days and his dear wife, consulting me in anger management. I tend to be emotional to slightest situations.
I’ve been trying to get in the mood with my wife, but seem that she think it is not important to communicate after marriage, except all she cares is her own personal pleasure. Don’t bother to ask about how my day ends, no physical touch or seducing me to bed, harsh refusal of having children and what in the world is that very reason she gets married with me! I’m dying of boredom and became unwell of facing her body with no soul every day in the house full of solemn.
Blair’s house had become my second home. Time spent there was more meaningful and I enjoyed much more than living in that haunted house speaking to myself and may not even hear echoes. Though nowadays I don’t get to see Blair, lucky for me I still have his dear wife accompany me to kill boredom off. Lucy’s a chatterbox which I love such entertainers like her. But this time, this very time she became so quiet that I had to break the ice. Seems that she’s feeling lonely being left here at the very house to her own, while Blair carves a niche at his career. Then, this chemistry kicks in between us, and there we go, taking the first step we won’t regret but enjoy this short-lived happiness. Heck care to brotherly ties, responsibilities to my wife who don’t even know where, when, what am I doing right now. I just want to break away from from tedium…

