Run away 

Old wives’ tales

Why does it always rain on me 

Adventurers

Rocky road

Ill heeled

She turned the corner and almost wept. Her knees threatened to buckle but she knew that if she stopped no, they'd find her sprawled here forever. She forced herself to put one foot in front of the other, her pain centres screaming with every step. She held on to the wall with one hand, fearfully looking behind her to ensure no one was spying on her. The room numbers mocked her as she hobbled past. She heard a room door click open and straightened up in grim-faced stocisim. "Oh…hello ma'am," her deputy manager said, smiling uncertainly. "Did you just get in?" She nodded, with a rictus of a smile. "I…will see you later then," he mumbled and hurried away. She took a deep breath. When she got home from this miserable conference, she would burn all her heels. #highheels #pain #heelsaddict #heels #conference #business #hotel #ouch #corporate #boss

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Perspective

He didn't see her anymore. He saw what he wanted to. He saw a woman who was the height he found comfortable, a weight he found acceptable, who had hair down to a length he liked and who dressed well enough to impress the wives of bosses and colleagues. He didn't see her growing disillusionment, her delicate fingers clutching at napkins at every meal time or the line that appeared between her eyebrows. He couldn't see her sense of humour dying or her sullen silences lasting longer. He saw what he wanted. A reflection of his own desires. And when she walked out, he was flabbergasted. After all, couldn't she see they had a great marriage? #instastories #reflection #marriage #projection #breakup #surprise #relationship

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