“I can’t believe you just bought the tickets without even shooting the idea by me. You did the same thing with the stupid apartment; you didn’t even see if I liked it or not,” Suzie threw the plane tickets across the room and picked back up her paintbrush. “And now I’m stuck painting this God-awful kitchen in attempts to make it something of a home to me.”
“Suzie, you need to calm down. You know I’m only trying to make you happy; I thought you liked surprises,” Charlie grabbed an unused brush and filled his own palette with the rosemary red his wife had chosen. “You’ve always said how much you wanted to go to London.”
“That’s not the point. I want to go to London, but not for my honeymoon. I thought you knew me,” she started making a list on the wall with places she would have preferred to go. “Hawaii, Aruba, Sydney, anywhere but London.”
Walking across the room, Charlie painted the words he started to say out loud, “I’m sorry.” He hugged Suzie until she felt like all of her insides were being squeezed out of her bellybutton.
“Suzie, you need to calm down. You know I’m only trying to make you happy; I thought you liked surprises,” Charlie grabbed an unused brush and filled his own palette with the rosemary red his wife had chosen. “You’ve always said how much you wanted to go to London.”
“That’s not the point. I want to go to London, but not for my honeymoon. I thought you knew me,” she started making a list on the wall with places she would have preferred to go. “Hawaii, Aruba, Sydney, anywhere but London.”
Walking across the room, Charlie painted the words he started to say out loud, “I’m sorry.” He hugged Suzie until she felt like all of her insides were being squeezed out of her bellybutton.
“There’s nothing we can do about it now, though.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing. I’m sorry. The tickets that I bought were such a good deal, but they were also non-refundable. I was sure you’d love the idea.”
“I just don’t understand how you haven’t learned what I like to be surprised about and what is the wrong thing to surprise me about.” While she was painting over his apologetic words with two extra coats she said, “A surprise birthday party, that would be something to surprise me about. Not our honeymoon. Not our apartment. Maybe we could sell the tickets to your parents or something?”
“Suzie, you know my parents don’t have that kind of money.”
“Then maybe it could be a gift from us?”
“We just got married and are going to have to pay for our own honeymoon. We just bought this apartment, how would we afford to send my parents on vacation as well?”
“Correction, you bought this apartment. I just thought you’d understand,” she dropped her paintbrush on the ground and splattered red around the bottom half of her jeans. “Damn.”
Charlie stared at the ground while still trying to concentrate on the wall he was painting, “I really don’t know what to say other than I’m sorry.”
“There isn’t anything else for you to say. We’ll go to London for now; I’ll compromise like I always do. It’s fine, nothing to worry about.”
“But a minute ago you were appalled at the idea.”
“No. No, it’s fine. I promise,” Suzie stuttered as she started to walk outside to the breeze that attracted her.
“Stop being stubborn.”
Turning around and impaling Charlie with her eyes she replied, “Stop acting like there’s anything I can do about it anyways. I have to act like I enjoy the idea, then maybe eventually the acting will turn into my real opinion. You never know. Kind of like how someone can think themselves into being sick. I’ll do that with my opinion about this trip to London.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing. I’m sorry. The tickets that I bought were such a good deal, but they were also non-refundable. I was sure you’d love the idea.”
“I just don’t understand how you haven’t learned what I like to be surprised about and what is the wrong thing to surprise me about.” While she was painting over his apologetic words with two extra coats she said, “A surprise birthday party, that would be something to surprise me about. Not our honeymoon. Not our apartment. Maybe we could sell the tickets to your parents or something?”
“Suzie, you know my parents don’t have that kind of money.”
“Then maybe it could be a gift from us?”
“We just got married and are going to have to pay for our own honeymoon. We just bought this apartment, how would we afford to send my parents on vacation as well?”
“Correction, you bought this apartment. I just thought you’d understand,” she dropped her paintbrush on the ground and splattered red around the bottom half of her jeans. “Damn.”
Charlie stared at the ground while still trying to concentrate on the wall he was painting, “I really don’t know what to say other than I’m sorry.”
“There isn’t anything else for you to say. We’ll go to London for now; I’ll compromise like I always do. It’s fine, nothing to worry about.”
“But a minute ago you were appalled at the idea.”
“No. No, it’s fine. I promise,” Suzie stuttered as she started to walk outside to the breeze that attracted her.
“Stop being stubborn.”
Turning around and impaling Charlie with her eyes she replied, “Stop acting like there’s anything I can do about it anyways. I have to act like I enjoy the idea, then maybe eventually the acting will turn into my real opinion. You never know. Kind of like how someone can think themselves into being sick. I’ll do that with my opinion about this trip to London.”
well thanks! :)
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