Short Story — Love you 3000
“I am not always wrong. Why do you keep telling me to do things? I don’t need your advice. I know what I am doing,” I yelled at my wife, who had seen me talking rudely to my colleagues. She felt I overreacted and misbehaved with them.
“I know I behaved very rudely, but I am frustrated because of this stupid work, which I don’t know why I am responsible for. Everyone keeps pushing my buttons,” I keep yelling and like there is no stop sign on my frustration.
“They keep asking me things I have no idea. They expect me to know everything. They are not doing their job and relying on me to do their shit. I did not sign up for this. And after all this, you are giving me lectures on my attitude,”
Her moist eyes keep staring at me as if she is about to cry. She is trying to show me the right path and pointing out my wrong actions, but my anger blinds me.
Unaware of how hurtful my words were, I outburst all my frustration on her in a single breath.
I stomped from the room and went for a shower. The icy water calmed my nerves, and veins popped out of my head.
Once my anger calms, I feel guilty for exploding all my rage on her when she just wants to help me. I can’t imagine how much my words hurt her.
Words hurt more than a knife.
As soon as I was over with the shower, I changed and went straight to her to apologize.
“I am sorry, dear. I just blasted all my frustration on you,” I sat next to my wife on the couch.
She said nothing but hugged me and planted a kiss on my cheeks.
“I love you.” She hugs me tight.
At that moment, I forgot all my frustrations and worries and just enjoyed her warm touch and coconut fragrance. I could sense she was crying because of me.
“I love you, 3000,” I hug her more tightly. “I promise you I will never take you for granted and will pay attention to your advice.”
We both lost track of time and hugged each other for several hours.
