Frustrated wife Stories

I stared up at the ambulance roof, watching blue light ripple across its surface—reflections from outside. Sometimes a siren’s sharp wail pierced my ears. Someone was holding my hand. Everything felt distant, unreal. I couldn’t grasp why. Later, the roof gave way to harsh overhead lights. I sensed motion—being wheeled through corridors, the trolley rattling over the floor I couldn’t see. Then a room: dim, hushed, shadowed...

I’d just stepped through the front door of our little semi-detached, the adrenaline-laced buzz from a successful meeting with a new client still faintly vibrating in my chest. I run my own graphic design business from home, which usually means jeans and a messy bun, but today demanded a professional look. I was dressed to impress the client, yes, but also Hamish, my husband. I locked the door, letting the weight of the da...

It all began in the summer of 2013, when Maureen first brought it up—quietly, one evening, curled beside me in bed, her breath warm on my chest. She wanted another baby. We already had four beautiful kids. Life was comfortable. Predictable. But her body ached for that feeling again—for life growing inside her. Only, I knew I couldn’t give it to her. Years earlier, I'd had the snip. At first, we joked about it. The idea of...

Friday, Doug intended to get on the road early. He intended to pick Jean and Mason up around 3:00 pm. Then, they should make dinner with the other two couples by 7:00 pm in Matakana. But at midday, Mason called to say he had an issue at work and could not get away until after 5:00. He asked Doug if he could still pick Jean up and go on without him. He would drive up when he sorted out the issues at work. Doug discussed it...

Rhonda sat down at the writing desk in her new office. Doug had builders convert the fourth bedroom to a new office for her, and Shirley's old office was now a box room. She sat and arranged her thoughts before starting a letter to Agneta. It was five months to the day since she had moved in with Doug. They had moved her clothes and the set of drawers in Lizzie's bedroom, but she had never slept there. She had intended to...