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Life continued on for the young man and the young woman.
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Autumn came, dimming the celebratory feelings of the wedding season. Life was back to routine for the young man. But a routine that had once invigorated him comfort was now causing boredom.
Every day, he got up and got dressed and went to work. He had ideas, of course, had dreamed of ways to make this work. He tried changing the way things were done, making the job more interactive - nothing was working.
He was afraid. Afraid of being unhappy in his job, of living out the rest of his life dreading every weekday, of it making him miserable in and out of work.
He tried to deflect his unhappiness. Their weeknights and their weekends were filled with friends, and fun, and food, and family, and frivolity - but every morning, after his wife kissed him on the forehead and left for work, he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Something had to be done.
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Autumn came, and with it a wonderful sense of normalcy for the young woman. She was settling into marriage, into the idea of being husband and wife, and the subtle differences between before marriage and after.
Life had settled into a routine. Every day she got up and got dressed and went to work, leaving earlier than her husband even woke up. She'd give him a quiet kiss on his sleep-creased forehead and sneak out the door.
He wasn't talking about work as much anymore. He didn't think she'd noticed, but she had. He had been so excited when he had transferred to this position, full of energy and ideas about what he was going to try and where he wanted to go. But he barely talked about it anymore.
That's why, when she gave him that quiet kiss every morning, she also thought a little thought. Let today be the day he finds joy in his work again. Let today be the day he finds success. Let today be the day he lets me in and talks to me about his troubles.
Days went on. Their weeknights and weekends were filled with friends, and fun, and food, and family, and frivolity - and every morning she said her little mantra in her head.
Something had to be done.
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Stay tuned for Part 3 tomorrow!
~*~
Life continued on for the young man and the young woman.
~*~
Autumn came, dimming the celebratory feelings of the wedding season. Life was back to routine for the young man. But a routine that had once invigorated him comfort was now causing boredom.
Every day, he got up and got dressed and went to work. He had ideas, of course, had dreamed of ways to make this work. He tried changing the way things were done, making the job more interactive - nothing was working.
He was afraid. Afraid of being unhappy in his job, of living out the rest of his life dreading every weekday, of it making him miserable in and out of work.
He tried to deflect his unhappiness. Their weeknights and their weekends were filled with friends, and fun, and food, and family, and frivolity - but every morning, after his wife kissed him on the forehead and left for work, he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Something had to be done.
~*~
Autumn came, and with it a wonderful sense of normalcy for the young woman. She was settling into marriage, into the idea of being husband and wife, and the subtle differences between before marriage and after.
Life had settled into a routine. Every day she got up and got dressed and went to work, leaving earlier than her husband even woke up. She'd give him a quiet kiss on his sleep-creased forehead and sneak out the door.
He wasn't talking about work as much anymore. He didn't think she'd noticed, but she had. He had been so excited when he had transferred to this position, full of energy and ideas about what he was going to try and where he wanted to go. But he barely talked about it anymore.
That's why, when she gave him that quiet kiss every morning, she also thought a little thought. Let today be the day he finds joy in his work again. Let today be the day he finds success. Let today be the day he lets me in and talks to me about his troubles.
Days went on. Their weeknights and weekends were filled with friends, and fun, and food, and family, and frivolity - and every morning she said her little mantra in her head.
Something had to be done.
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Stay tuned for Part 3 tomorrow!
Love the format of this. Interesting to see two perspectives of the same situation.
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