“Why can’t you take some responsibility?” wow…that’s crystal clear and it came from one of the adjacent flats. I am not eavesdropping😇; I was at my kitchen sink washing dishes.
I could always hear pots and plates being noisily moved about in the nearby flats’ kitchens but I have never been able to catch a conversation, till now😊.
It was post lunch, cleaning dishes is an unenviable task, only consolation is that no one is spared😀. It is then that I happened to hear a lady screaming the above line. “Must be the wife” I reckon. There was also a male voice, but not too clear. “Hmmm.. the husband most likely. But responsibility for what…?” I wondered and leaned closer to the window hoping to hear the rest of it. But unfortunately they took the rest of the conversation further into the house. Couldn’t catch the rest of it😊.
But I guess this not an isolated case, couples are getting on each others nerves. In the current situation, the housework has multiplied – cooking, kids, washing dishes, sweeping and swabbing not to mention walking dogs (ours is a pet friendly apartment complex) and the gnawing worry, what if we run out of something or need something urgently!? I guess it’s better to vent out rather that keep everything inside and fume in silence. But words can hurt. Relationships become the collateral damage of the lockdown? Hope not.
“We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.” Ernest Hemingway.
All in all it’s pretty much quiet and peaceful in and around the apartment. There are a handful of people walking around the flat for exercise and maybe a kid or two taking a quick round on the bicycle. Shopping for provisions and groceries provide the adventure.
“Patience is not simply the ability to wait – it’s how we behave while we’re waiting.” Joyce Meyer, American author and speaker
Till next post, take care !!