Forced Conversations
Ignoring the awkward atmosphere, I focused on serving breakfast, pretending everything was fine. My husband clumsily switched topics, attempting to discuss holiday plans, suggesting that all of us visit his parents.
The idea floated in the air, equally tense and unwelcomed. I nodded along, not truly hearing his words, my attention split as I thought ahead.
The present felt like quicksand, every moment dragging, but I had my thoughts elsewhere.