Gemotions

The sheer disregard of it. Mark, after decades together, the woman he loved had aspirations that didn't include him! He found the list while cleaning the attic, and each entry was a fresh wound. “See the Louvre." "Volunteer at an animal shelter." "Learn to code."

He cornered her in the kitchen, where she was making tea. "Margaret," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. He showed her the list, the paper trembling in his hands.

Her eyes widened, and then she let out a short laugh. "Oh, that old thing," she said with a shrug. "Just some dreams." Mark felt a peculiar twist in his stomach, a physical manifestation of his simmering anger. The air thickened.