Gemotions

The paper crackled as she unfolded it. "Go skydiving," it declared. "Learn to speak Italian." The gall of it. He had never even mentioned any of these things. He had just wanted to spend his life with her. Or so she had thought.

She stalked into the living room, the list clutched tightly in her hand. The television blared, and he was sprawled on the couch, lost in a football game. She felt a heat rise in her cheeks.

"Anything interesting on?" he asked, not looking up.

"No," she said, her voice tight. She tossed the paper onto the coffee table. She needed some air.