Apr 13, 2010 23:05
She remembered being happy.
Playing dolls, hosting tea parties for her teddy bears.
Free as a bird, running around the neighbourhood with her friends.
Giggling in bathrooms, making eyes at boys.
Kissing in the backseat until she was breathless, sneaking in late with a smile on her face.
She remembered being happy. Happy, joyful, blissed out, gleeful, giddy, merry.
But as she sat in a darkened room at 2 am with a glass of wine, waiting for her husband to come home, Joyce knew she hadn’t been happy in a very long time.
And she wanted to be happy again.
joyce,
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