Gemotions

"Swim with dolphins." That was the first thing Amelia read. A knot formed in her stomach. Michael, her husband, was the adventurer, the dreamer. She was… the person who paid the bills, who ensured the groceries were bought, who kept the house tidy. A dull ache settled in her shoulders. She felt the sudden, crushing realization of how much she’d let go.

The list went on: "Visit Italy." "Learn to cook Italian." "Take a pottery class." She had once dreamed of Italy, too. Once. Now, she just dreamed of sleep. The silence of the apartment seemed to press in on her, amplifying the sense of isolation. She didn’t know what she had become.