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Trouble shared

Steenwijk – Almere

He struggled to keep his eyes open. His wife had spent ten minutes fussing over the bun of the oldest, yet she hadn’t found time to brush her own hair. She had bags under her eyes and her skin was grey. Trouble shared was supposed to be better, but he predominantly felt annoyance towards her. He commemorated the times he felt like this because he’d had a fun night. Now this was the standard. Objectively it wasn’t her fault, but that’s how it felt to him. She was the one with the biological clock, now they were stuck with two monsters who seemed to take turns standing by their bed at 4am. He showed his youngest the sheep outside and gazed over her shoulder at the grey drudgery of his life.