I want to make things better between us but I don’t know how

How do we repair what we both are responsible for breaking? I’m trying to write things that astonish me each day

MentalDessert

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What do you do when you’re supposed to be working fifty hours a week and find yourself staring at a day on call, which morphs into a free day? What can you do when the weekend is yours when normally it’s for those who pay to relax at your expert hands?

I’m astonished not to know how to make coffee without it being a cold brew I bought at Trader Joe’s.

I smile as I remember my father making coffee years before the sun ever yawned his first breath of light into the living room. How he shuffled about, and the kitchen light would bleed through my door depending on where we lived. How I hid from him and kept my lights off to type by the glow of my laptop to all my internet friends I was making at fifteen, my parents didn’t know, but kind of still did.

Astonishment presents itself when I realize what I’ve been doing wrong with making my coffee and trying to use a milk frother. The milk needs to be hot and steamed before the pulsations make it swell twice its size in the snow bear cup I’m using to hold it.

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MentalDessert

I'm unapologetically me with a hard edged view of life. I love to travel and have crazy amounts of fun spaced between quiet moments.