EDMONDAs I sat at my desk, my mind swirled with a jumble of thoughts and worries. The weight of the world seemed to press down on my shoulders, making it hard to focus on anything else. May was on my mind. She was the only thing dominating my thoughts. The impending task that Snuggle had forced her to undertake gnawed at my insides, filling me with a mix of anxiety and concern.Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed the door to my office open, and my personal assistant stepping in. She cleared her throat, interrupting the whirlwind in my mind. I looked up, momentarily startled by her presence."Is everything alright, Mr. Walters?" Her voice carried a hint of genuine concern.I blinked, trying to gather my scattered thoughts and bring myself back to the present. "Oh, sorry, I must have been lost in my own world there for a moment.""It has been consistent these past few days," she said, out of concern. And she was right. It was hard to concentrate at work lately. The weight of Snuggle
EDMONDI pushed back my chair, the wheels scraping against the floor in protest. The stifling air seemed to thin as I rose with a single thought. My hands swiped at my desk and I picked up my car keys before rushing for the door. The heavy lumber door slammed shut behind me as I stormed out of my office and outside the parking lot.May was breaking my monotonous routine and it was a change I welcomed. The sight of my car greeting me in the fading sunlight greeted me. May had become a catalyst for my liberation. She was a force that had completely obliterated my predictable and normal life. Her presence in my life breathed new life into my days, challenging me to dare spontaneity. With determined steps, I made my way to the car.With a quick turn of the key, my car’s engine roared to life as I slid into the driver’s seat. Snuggle had caused me to realize May and I were like creatures. It was still a surprise that our lives were that easy to read by a matchmaking app. But Snuggle was no
EDMONDI helped May out of the bar and guided her towards my car. It was what I would call a very original experience. Straddling her close so she wouldn’t fall and having her kiss and whisper utter nonsense as we made our way back to my parking spot was weirdly comforting. It made me feel close to her. May was not the shy type. But I could tell that with me, she held back. With Alcohol in her system, she didn’t have to be reserved. I could see my wife in all her chaos. She was…beautiful. The sun was setting and the skies that were once vibrant now had a dark purple hue to it. It was cool. Just like I felt with her now. The drive home was filled with silence. But not the awkward kind. It was peaceful. I had May sit at the back because she told me she was tired and excluding her occasional sniffles and giggles, she seemed to be asleep. I helped her out of the car when once we arrived home and led her inside. I noticed her drunk smile soften when we entered. The familiarity of the place
EDMONDI wanted to convince May that my feelings for her were genuine, even if there were doubts and uncertainties lingering in her mind. I understood her hesitations, given what she had been through. Instead of relying solely on words, I decided to let my actions speak for themselves. So, without attempting to convince her verbally, I focused on the plate of food in front of me and began devouring it. However, my mind couldn't let go of the desire to break down the walls she had built around herself.Her conversation with her mother seemed to have reminded her of the harsh reality of our situation and the potential for getting hurt. I empathized with her, knowing that it made things even more challenging. The thought of kissing her crossed my mind, as I believed it could break down those barriers. Yet, I couldn't be certain. A kiss or any further intimacy might provide an easy escape, but it also ran the risk of complicating matters further. May was prone to overthinking, and the las
MAYIn an effort to forget the not-so-hearty reunion I had with my mother, I proceeded to bury myself in other things. I needed a more glaring distraction. So I scrapped the thought of checking another box from my bucket list. I needed a job. I already had experience in real estate. So there was really no point in fooling myself. My mother’s claws had dug deep and gotten enough flesh. Her will still dealt a heavy hand on my life and some things just couldn’t be changed. I considered it. While Edmond cooked me breakfast, I considered asking if I could get my old job back. But I eventually decided against it. Edmond would give me in a heartbeat. But it suddenly felt like I didn’t deserve it anymore. It wasn’t like before. I didn’t battle other job hunters to get the job. Not to mention if I did get the job back and follow as his plus one on the opening night of the Ivy Estates, people would talk. Plus, it looked like Edmond had a lot on his mind too.“Are you alright?” I asked as soon a
EDMOND“Mother-in-law or Monster-in-law? Find out.” That was my task. It was simple. But it also meant hiding things from May. I knew how she despised secrecy but I could not bear opening barely healing wounds on the basis of making the relationship we now had built on honesty. I had gotten May’s mother to reach out to me. The woman did not even give me an opportunity to speak.“The Tea Cafe. 10 AM sharp.” And she cut. Not bothering to know if I would acknowledge the rather rude invitation.I did. Snuggle was right. I needed to determine what kind of hell this woman was and I bet she was just as curious. By 9:45, after lying through my teeth and leaving the house before I could blurt out anything to May, I was outside The Tea’s parking lot. Looking over at the simple cafe, I decided to make one last call.“I will be late to the agency today Sarah” There was a pause on the line and for a brief second, all I could hear was white noise. So I had to ask. “Can you hear me, Sarah?”“Yes,” M
MAYI grumbled as the snuggle app recommendation popped up on my Facebook wall again.God! Why is this even on my page?I subconsciously scrolled through the Ad reading click baits like "find your happily ever after". I've tried dating apps one time too many. It didn't always work out. In my case, I've always been matched with the wrong guys. My matches were always creeps who only wanted to get laid or pervs looking for a sweet little girl to prey on. So, It was back to facing reality and telling myself I didn't need any man. There was no such thing as the perfect match.This Ad, however, had been a super pesky one. I couldn't count the numerous memes I had lost because of it.So I thought hard, If Facebook had refused to stop spamming me with this ad, it must be for a divine reason. My rose quartz was finally working.Install.I planned to check it out and then give it a scathing review. That'll show them.A mail popped in just as the application finished installing. It was from work
MAY I was in the middle of washing my dishes when my phone buzzed for the second time. Out of curiosity, I wiped my hands and picked up the mobile. There was a missed call from an unknown number and strangely a notification from Snuggle. I pulled down the notification bar and squinted my eyes to read. "Congratulations, you are married." I will be completely honest. It made me laugh. That was it! I was finally done with the app. I visited the app store, gave it a one-star review, and proceeded to delete it. Error, It sent. You cannot delete snuggle until your package has expired. "Fucking Christ," I muttered. I hadn't realized I had given the sketchy app administrator privileges. I was going to do my little research on how to rid myself of the app when the strange number from earlier popped up. In a fit of blind rage, I hit the accept button and immediately yelled into the phone. "Who is this? I am really busy so this better be worth my time." "Am I speaking to Miss May Wolfe?"
EDMOND“Mother-in-law or Monster-in-law? Find out.” That was my task. It was simple. But it also meant hiding things from May. I knew how she despised secrecy but I could not bear opening barely healing wounds on the basis of making the relationship we now had built on honesty. I had gotten May’s mother to reach out to me. The woman did not even give me an opportunity to speak.“The Tea Cafe. 10 AM sharp.” And she cut. Not bothering to know if I would acknowledge the rather rude invitation.I did. Snuggle was right. I needed to determine what kind of hell this woman was and I bet she was just as curious. By 9:45, after lying through my teeth and leaving the house before I could blurt out anything to May, I was outside The Tea’s parking lot. Looking over at the simple cafe, I decided to make one last call.“I will be late to the agency today Sarah” There was a pause on the line and for a brief second, all I could hear was white noise. So I had to ask. “Can you hear me, Sarah?”“Yes,” M
MAYIn an effort to forget the not-so-hearty reunion I had with my mother, I proceeded to bury myself in other things. I needed a more glaring distraction. So I scrapped the thought of checking another box from my bucket list. I needed a job. I already had experience in real estate. So there was really no point in fooling myself. My mother’s claws had dug deep and gotten enough flesh. Her will still dealt a heavy hand on my life and some things just couldn’t be changed. I considered it. While Edmond cooked me breakfast, I considered asking if I could get my old job back. But I eventually decided against it. Edmond would give me in a heartbeat. But it suddenly felt like I didn’t deserve it anymore. It wasn’t like before. I didn’t battle other job hunters to get the job. Not to mention if I did get the job back and follow as his plus one on the opening night of the Ivy Estates, people would talk. Plus, it looked like Edmond had a lot on his mind too.“Are you alright?” I asked as soon a
EDMONDI wanted to convince May that my feelings for her were genuine, even if there were doubts and uncertainties lingering in her mind. I understood her hesitations, given what she had been through. Instead of relying solely on words, I decided to let my actions speak for themselves. So, without attempting to convince her verbally, I focused on the plate of food in front of me and began devouring it. However, my mind couldn't let go of the desire to break down the walls she had built around herself.Her conversation with her mother seemed to have reminded her of the harsh reality of our situation and the potential for getting hurt. I empathized with her, knowing that it made things even more challenging. The thought of kissing her crossed my mind, as I believed it could break down those barriers. Yet, I couldn't be certain. A kiss or any further intimacy might provide an easy escape, but it also ran the risk of complicating matters further. May was prone to overthinking, and the las
EDMONDI helped May out of the bar and guided her towards my car. It was what I would call a very original experience. Straddling her close so she wouldn’t fall and having her kiss and whisper utter nonsense as we made our way back to my parking spot was weirdly comforting. It made me feel close to her. May was not the shy type. But I could tell that with me, she held back. With Alcohol in her system, she didn’t have to be reserved. I could see my wife in all her chaos. She was…beautiful. The sun was setting and the skies that were once vibrant now had a dark purple hue to it. It was cool. Just like I felt with her now. The drive home was filled with silence. But not the awkward kind. It was peaceful. I had May sit at the back because she told me she was tired and excluding her occasional sniffles and giggles, she seemed to be asleep. I helped her out of the car when once we arrived home and led her inside. I noticed her drunk smile soften when we entered. The familiarity of the place
EDMONDI pushed back my chair, the wheels scraping against the floor in protest. The stifling air seemed to thin as I rose with a single thought. My hands swiped at my desk and I picked up my car keys before rushing for the door. The heavy lumber door slammed shut behind me as I stormed out of my office and outside the parking lot.May was breaking my monotonous routine and it was a change I welcomed. The sight of my car greeting me in the fading sunlight greeted me. May had become a catalyst for my liberation. She was a force that had completely obliterated my predictable and normal life. Her presence in my life breathed new life into my days, challenging me to dare spontaneity. With determined steps, I made my way to the car.With a quick turn of the key, my car’s engine roared to life as I slid into the driver’s seat. Snuggle had caused me to realize May and I were like creatures. It was still a surprise that our lives were that easy to read by a matchmaking app. But Snuggle was no
EDMONDAs I sat at my desk, my mind swirled with a jumble of thoughts and worries. The weight of the world seemed to press down on my shoulders, making it hard to focus on anything else. May was on my mind. She was the only thing dominating my thoughts. The impending task that Snuggle had forced her to undertake gnawed at my insides, filling me with a mix of anxiety and concern.Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed the door to my office open, and my personal assistant stepping in. She cleared her throat, interrupting the whirlwind in my mind. I looked up, momentarily startled by her presence."Is everything alright, Mr. Walters?" Her voice carried a hint of genuine concern.I blinked, trying to gather my scattered thoughts and bring myself back to the present. "Oh, sorry, I must have been lost in my own world there for a moment.""It has been consistent these past few days," she said, out of concern. And she was right. It was hard to concentrate at work lately. The weight of Snuggle
MAYGoodbyes held power, whether it was filled with love or drenched in hate. Love's farewell brought pain and suffering, while hatred's parting was supposed to bring peace. Cutting ties with my mother was meant to bring me the freedom I craved. But one glance at her anguished eyes shattered any notion of liberation. I had seen that look before, hidden behind her false smiles. Every time I did something that reminded her of the man who ruined our lives, I caught a glimpse of that pain. But this time was different. She made no effort to conceal her disappointment and hatred. In her eyes, I was just like my father—a deserter.But there was no turning back. I had reached my breaking point. Enough with self-loathing. Enough with the fear of letting her down and walking on eggshells to avoid triggering memories of my father. I took the first step, walking past her. My body trembled uncontrollably as I brushed past, barely avoiding a collision. It didn't feel good. None of it felt good. Let
MAY*Trigger Warning: This episode contains family conflict, emotional abuse, and Narcissistic behavior*I didn't remember much about my father. The memories of the good times had faded away, although there were photos at home that told stories I couldn't quite recall. One picture stood out to me—the one where we had messy ice cream all over our faces, yet wore big smiles for the camera. But amidst the haze, the memories of the difficult moments remained vivid. I would hide in my room as a child, tears streaming down my face, as the fights grew worse. Thankfully, they were never physically violent, but that didn't make them any less painful.As I got older, I began to understand that my parents didn't love themselves, and the only reason they stayed together was for my sake. However, I couldn't be the glue that held our family together, no matter how much I wished for it. My mom's hurtful words became increasingly unbearable. Eventually, my dad reached a breaking point. One night, he
MAYThere was barely a moment to catch my breath when another message appeared on my screen, causing my stomach to plummet as I quickly scanned its contents. "Was this the work of that crazy app?" My mother was not one to leave things in the dark. I had unknowingly given her a clue that connected to my current predicament. I knew she would dig into it, especially if it involved Snuggle. If she could associate Snuggle with the app, it meant she already knew a lot about them.Edmond noticed the change in my reaction and inquired, "Is that Snuggle?""No," I replied, showing Edmond my phone. "It's even worse. My mom is in town.""Oh, she sounds angry," Edmond mused. "I can drive you.""No," I refused. "I think I should handle this alone. I don't want my mom to cause a scene in my neighborhood. I may not be popular, but I don't want to become the subject of gossip once all of this is over and I return home.""Okay then," Edmond gave me a wry smile before planting a kiss on my cheek and lea