Don’t Laugh at me, Love Me
…He came in from a hard day’s work in the field, dusty and grimy from a day on the tractor plowing. He stopped
in the foyer at the back door and slapped the dust off his pants. “You old clod hopper, don’t you dare drop those
nasty boots in there. You better toss them out on that porch. I’m tired of constantly cleaning your mess up from that
back foyer.” A voice screamed out from the kitchen.
He took a deep breath. His money grubber wife, who is all about the “live in the now” concept of life, with no
concern for saving for the future or putting anything away for a rainy day yelled out from the kitchen a second time.
“If you want any supper you better get a bath. You’re not going to plop that dusty behind of yours down on my new
He stepped into the doorway of the kitchen and watched this less than domestic woman, trying to look as if she
was a caring and doting wife, when that was the farthest thing from the truth. She was totally clueless as to how to
be a wife. “Why did you buy new cushions? What was wrong with the other ones?” He asked, slightly perturbed.
She cut her eyes at him. “They were old and dirty.”
“You haven’t had that cushions two months.” He argued. “We didn’t need new ones. If they were dirty why didn’t <br> you just wash them?”
“Washing them messes them up.” She growled. “It causes them to fade. You’d know that if you ever did the washing.” <br> She turns on him. “Supper is almost ready. I’d suggest you get in the shower.”
He mumbled to himself as he eyed the frying pan that was sitting on the burner, with steam rolling out from beneath <br> the lid. “If supper consists of more of that tasteless, lumpy gravy, then there is no hurry.”
He glanced over to the counter by the refrigerator. A small T.V. that sat there was playing the show the Big Bang <br> Theory and Sheldon was standing outside Penny’s door: knock, knock, knock, “Penny”. Knock, knock, knock, “Penny”. He <br> shook his head and turned to walk out. Her voice stopped him.
“Why don’t you quit this farming charade and get you a cleaner, better paying job?” She asked, smugly.
“I make good money and never had any problems with money, until….” He stopped and turned to face her. “Why don’t <br> you get a job and help put away money for our golden years, instead of spending like there is no tomorrow?” He was very <br> glib and he was so glad that he let his mom talk him into putting some money into another account, one that she didn’t <br> know about. <br> “You tote more money out the front door in a spoon than I can throw in the back door with a shovel.”
“Golden years.” She laughed. “That’s a joke. Your job is the provider of the household and mine is taking care of the <br> household and I want nice things.” She cut her eyes at him. "And it is your job to provide them."
“All you ever do is laugh at me and all I have ever wanted or asked from you is to love me.” His words weighed heavily with <br> hurt and disappointment. "It is all about you and what I can buy for you."
“All I want is for you to love me.” She mocked. “Well, maybe you should have married that tomboy, Rhonda. She’s more your <br> style anyway.”
He looked at her with abandonment. He did not know this woman, how could anyone be so cold? “Maybe I should.” He <br> mumbled. “Maybe I will.” He turned and walked out into the hallway, stopped and pulled a business card from his pocket. He <br> looked at the heading: Caleb Brown - Attorney at Law.
He smiled, walked down the hallway and disappeared into the study. The door closed behind him… <br> <br> <br> <br> I went through a phase where I would pick out six captcha words and phrases to write short stories. This was one of those short <br> stories. The six captcha phrases I used for this story were: laugh at me, love me, clod hopper, lumpy gravy, live in the now and <br> knock, knock, knock, Penny.