That’s Not Love?
It was movie night, and the old Jewish milkman was asking his wife if she loved him after all those years. With singing, of course. My wife grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard. When the song ended she turned and looked at me like, hey, we’re like that too, aren’t we? I smiled weakly. No sex again that night, just toddler time. Then at two I was jolted awake. The shouting came from a neighbor’s apartment, all ragged and tender. “God damn it, you fucking bitch—I love you!” Well, maybe that’s it. Christ, who the hell knows.
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Tough. Poignant. If you’re at all ethnic, it speaks honestly!
Great work!
Thank you Paul. Much appreciated!