The Marshall Ferguson Monologue
Dear diary,
Is that accurate? Is that the futile sentence everyone uses when they’re blindly pouring their thoughts onto a piece a paper in a notebook that gets discarded eventually? It is. They say writing your thoughts, helps control your emotions and everyday life behaviours. I disagree. However, why not try?
As I dejectedly stand next to his sombre bed, I can hear his last brief breaths haltingly fading away. Holding his moist hand firmly, he tries to say his last few words before the final pulse of his pumping heart stops. “Laurene, I love you.” I remember the first time he finally decided to blatantly express his preserved feelings. I always expected him to be stoic and I never thought a man of his intelligence and his experience would …show more content…
In his hazel eyes, I could see the reflection of the words, numbers and peculiar characters on his desktop, swirling and changing quickly from one point to another; his eyes following them restlessly. “Hi Laurene […]I’m designing [something]” he would say. Technology had led him to complete denial. He had changed from the passionate man I married to a frigid individual deprived from emotion and care, thirsty for passion and devotion and desperate for love and affection. What had become of him? All those lonely nights when he missed our family dinners, the children and I would sit at the table, foolishly acting as if everything was fine but missing him endlessly inside and out. Was he aware of how severely this was affecting me and his children? How it was building a thick brick wall between us which was rising rapidly? I never illustrated any sign of discomfort or dissatisfaction from our life. My feelings were never brought out and were always kept safely inside my aching heart. After all, what would people think if they knew Steve Jobs’s wife was unhappy because of him? “The greatest man alive, the visionary who led mobile computer revolution with the creation of wildly popular devices such as the iPhone, has a wife who isn’t pleased with him.” Imagine the
Is that accurate? Is that the futile sentence everyone uses when they’re blindly pouring their thoughts onto a piece a paper in a notebook that gets discarded eventually? It is. They say writing your thoughts, helps control your emotions and everyday life behaviours. I disagree. However, why not try?
As I dejectedly stand next to his sombre bed, I can hear his last brief breaths haltingly fading away. Holding his moist hand firmly, he tries to say his last few words before the final pulse of his pumping heart stops. “Laurene, I love you.” I remember the first time he finally decided to blatantly express his preserved feelings. I always expected him to be stoic and I never thought a man of his intelligence and his experience would …show more content…
In his hazel eyes, I could see the reflection of the words, numbers and peculiar characters on his desktop, swirling and changing quickly from one point to another; his eyes following them restlessly. “Hi Laurene […]I’m designing [something]” he would say. Technology had led him to complete denial. He had changed from the passionate man I married to a frigid individual deprived from emotion and care, thirsty for passion and devotion and desperate for love and affection. What had become of him? All those lonely nights when he missed our family dinners, the children and I would sit at the table, foolishly acting as if everything was fine but missing him endlessly inside and out. Was he aware of how severely this was affecting me and his children? How it was building a thick brick wall between us which was rising rapidly? I never illustrated any sign of discomfort or dissatisfaction from our life. My feelings were never brought out and were always kept safely inside my aching heart. After all, what would people think if they knew Steve Jobs’s wife was unhappy because of him? “The greatest man alive, the visionary who led mobile computer revolution with the creation of wildly popular devices such as the iPhone, has a wife who isn’t pleased with him.” Imagine the