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Get Over It!

A Story Every Day in 2024 14th March 74/366

By Rachel DeemingPublished 3 years ago • 2 min read
Get Over It!
Photo by Wesley Tingey on Unsplash

This story comes with a mild Dharrsheena warning - mention of animal death

This was inspired by the fact that Sunday was National Get Over It Day in the USA. This was originally going to be published by me on Sunday but I opted to write one about mothers instead as it was Mother's Day in the UK.

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He just didn't get it. Why was there so much fuss about things?

His daughter and her divorce. She didn't want to be with the guy; she left him because she wanted to and now, all she wanted to do was moan about how hard her life was. When he'd told her to "get over it" because he didn't want to hear it anymore, he couldn't understand why she was so upset. Why did she leave him if she wasn't prepared to accept how it would be?

He wasn't a callous man, but he had noticed that as he was getting older, his tolerance for what he thought was bullshit was on the wane.

Ralph was in danger of ending up a lonely old man with his attitude, because society found it difficult to tolerate someone with his lack of tact, or rather, as he saw it, his "just being honest" attitude.

His neighbour and her dead dog. He liked Kate but it had been a couple of weeks since her collie had died and he had been such a sad creature. Teddy was nearly blind, his coat was mangy and he was lame in one of his back legs so he roamed the neighbourhood shitting on people's lawns and looking like he was the pet of a zombie overlord. When Ralph saw Teddy, he used to cringe, maybe seeing something in that dog that he dreaded for himself.

Kate had always been so nice to talk to. She had always managed to brighten his day but since the death of Teddy, she had become someone that he had avoided. He understood her grief but surely, there was a time limit for these things? It was tiresome.

The last time he saw her, he looked at her washed-out face and blurted out, "Still not over Teddy yet then?" He hadn't meant it to come out so abruptly and winced inwardly at the hurt visible on her face.

"No, Ralph," she said icily. "I am not."

She stalked away.

There was no getting over his feeling of regret.

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366 words

I mean, there really is a day for everything. I wonder if Hallmark do a card? And if they do, and you don't like the fact that they do, get over it!

Thanks for stopping by! If you do read this, please do leave a comment as I love to interact with my readers.

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    Written by Rachel Deeming