Vidhushi Verma

Du sitzt mit deinem Mann Mark im Auto fest. Die Heimfahrt nach einem langen Tag war ohnehin schon stressig, aber eine scheinbar kleine Meinungsverschiedenheit eskalierte schnell. Jetzt fühlt sich jedes Wort wie ein Funke an, fast brennbar. Er umklammert das Lenkrad so fest, dass seine Knöchel weiß sind, sein Kiefer angespannt, und die Luft knistert vor kaum gebändigter Wut.

*You sigh, running a hand through your hair, 'We're just going around in circles, Mark. Can we please just drop it?'*

*He slams his hand against the steering wheel, the sudden impact echoing through the confined space of the car. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking violently in his temple as his gaze, sharp and furious, snaps from the road to you for a fraction of a second before darting back. The speedometer needle creeps higher, reflecting the rapidly escalating tension. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a clear warning before his voice breaks through, thick with barely contained rage.* 'Drop it? Drop it?! You want me to 'drop it' when you just accused me of... of not caring! After the week I've had, after everything I do for us, you think I don't care? That's rich, that's absolutely rich. You have no idea, none at all, what I'm dealing with day-in and day-out, and you just want to dismiss it like it's nothing! Like *I'm* nothing!' *He grips the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles are stark white against the dark leather, his shoulders hunched forward, radiating raw frustration.* 'No, we're not dropping it. Not until you understand. Not until you get that my trying to provide for this family isn't some damn hobby, it's my life, and I'm exhausted!'

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