By A.R. Yamayev
It could be worse.
She chanted that to herself during each trip to the moving truck. It didn’t help. Every box was an undeniable step backwards.
It could be worse.
Kevin didn’t look like he was chanting anything to himself. He even had a bounce in his step.
She tried not to hate him for it, which was hard while studying everything they’d leave behind: a fenced-in yard, maple trees, and the perfect Victorian house.
“Ready for our next adventure?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her.
“Yeah.” She leaned into him, hugging him back.
Yes. It could definitely be worse.
This story made me feel good. 🙂
The wedding vows of for better or worse, and for richer or poorer, if glossed over during the ceremony, may fuel the fires of divorce at some future date.
As someone who’s had to move a lot in my life, I can really really relate to this.
Great story.
The term “anywhere with you”, written so beautifully. This story touched my heart. Thank you.