For this one you must make peace with your werewolf spouse
WEREWITHAL (any gender, mid twenties through late life)
You are driving. Me. Crazy! For the last hour you have been-- no. Sorry
Sorry. We agreed I'd focus on ME when I was angry. So... what's going on with me... okay, I think I got it. Can I share with y-? good. Thank you. You see I've been trying to finish the novel tonight, I'm about a week past the deadline, I know I'm supposed to not be in the house on these nights so I feel a little guilty about that and-- and...
And I just got triggered when you transformed, earlier. The noise, the growling, the scratching... it's like... well the scratching is like "fingernails on a chalk board" isn't it? Except it's not a chalk board it's the new fucking tiling in our shower-- SORRY! Sorry. But... God- okay, okay...
It's also that you look ready to kill me right now. And that's not your fault, that's just your transformation. I know and I brought this distraction on myself... full moon nights are the nights I'm supposed to do my writing in the coffee shop. But I am here and I really wanted to finish the novel and now I got to deal with this and...
Okay sweetie... so I need your help, I guess. The focus is on me, I am feeling anxious and so I ask for help. Yes, I am asking for help. The novel IS horrific so why don't we invite someone over and you can show me what a really scary scene could be?
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