Gemotions

The list lay open on the coffee table, a cruel reminder. "Buy a boat." "Travel through Europe." "Learn to play the piano." His hand clenched into a fist as he surveyed the list. He thought about all the things he had sacrificed for them, all the dreams he had put on hold.

He stormed outside and started tearing apart his own car. He didn't want the nice things anymore. He had given up on his own ambitions, and now he felt like he had been betrayed. He kicked the tires, leaving deep dents in the metal. He wanted her to understand the cost.