The Pricks
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the pricks! We have been collecting plants for a while when we decided to order a couple of very tall cacti that we named the pricks, Tall spiky fuckers that required very little from its keeper. They were potted separately for a while, but eventually we put them in the same pot together. Either of the cacti were perfectly straight. So we tried to plant them in a way so they would wrap around each other as they grew. As time went on, I came to view these two plants as a very stark representation of our relationship in the beginning. I related to them in the sense that we were too brash people who were also very sensitive on the inside clinging to each other, albeit with thorns. But as time went on, my view changed too skewed individuals who don't need each other slowly digging their thorns into each other until they inevitably die confined to this space that they obviously didn't want to share. This was also a time when I was incredibly depressed and even thought about suicide from time to time, I would drive across the Aurora Bridge in the Middle Lane and close my eyes, hoping I would collide with oncoming traffic. The suddenness of it and the seeming accident would have made it easier on my family. No one would have had to find me dead somewhere. I wouldn't have to write a note. It would just be a tragic accident that I caused on purpose. Talk about a ***** move. I realized the relationship was coming to an end when I was on a camping trip with my family at Lake Chelan, another family gathering that he refused to attend. I was talking to my sister about him not wanting to leave his ******, low paying job because it was easier for him to stay unhappy than it was to manifest change in his life. Then it clicked. That's exactly what was happening in our relationship. It was easier for me to let him dig his thorns in me than it was for me to grow in a different direction. It was so obvious neither of us were happy. Why the **** were we staying together? Because it was easy because finding another place to live would be too hard. Another ***** move I left a few months later, after nearly seven years together, I found myself living with my parents in their trailer that was parked in their driveway. I was crying myself to sleep every night because I still couldn't understand why he just couldn't love me the way I needed him to. It was ******* selfish because what I neglected to realize was that I was one of those pricks I was digging thorns into him just as he was into me. I had a lot of work to do and with no ambition to do. So I did the next best thing I started writing