Coffee stains on forever

The loud noises coming from the kitchen woke him up with a jolt. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the alarm clock on the table. It was 8AM. Already. He was late. Yet hearing those two voices coming from the kitchen he dug his face back into the pillow and tried to cover his ears, as much as possible, so he could block them out totally. ‘When will all this end..all I want is to shut myself from this..’ he said to himself.
Like every other morning. Even today they were fighting. Not a day passes when these two people who are the anchors of his life don’t fight like the bitter most enemies of the world.
He finally gave up on his attempts to keep those voices from reaching
him. Getting up from the bed he tried to listen to what was it about, today.
He couldn't understand all that they were saying. All he could hear was
the shouting, some broken sentences with angry words, the harsh tone and the rage in the voices of the two people.

What is the damn topic?

Oh! It is the coffee...

The coffee that took too long to be served.. the altercation turned  too sour..

He is so tired. So tired of watching this happen everyday, of watching his once dream like perfect home gradually become a place filled with bitterness.
He is angry too.
Those days of a house filled with peace and love seem surreal now.
Why?
He wonders how two people who love each other are capable of
hurting each other so much? The people who are suppose to make you
feel complete end up making you feel so empty.

Why no matter how much you truly care, you sometimes just don't have enough of what the other person needs?
Those people who were his heroes have forgotten the lessons they taught him. Those lessons about respect and understanding.
The pillars that together laid the foundation of who he is and what he believes in.. those two people who promised each other support for
better and for worse are on the verge of collapsing
because of no one but their incapability to
understand the other. It is like the person they are nothing but two strangers who have only suffering to offer to each other.
What happened to those warm smiles and undying affection.
These seem so distant.
Do they even know that they hate each other...?

Well, he knows.
Just so how blinded they are. They think it is the coffee!

You think it is the small stuffs. It never is. You might think it is the
time he came late, or the time she didn't inform you, or
the small lie, or the time he didn't listen to you, or the time she forget to
call you, or the time he shouted at you..but it never is that small...
It is way bigger that that..
It is about those things that hide beneath the blanket carved out of the miniature fights.. that fool you into believing it was
just a small argument  then you ask yourself why is he complicating it so much or why is she over-reacting. But this is just a thin
translucent cover they have used to hide those huge dis-satisfactions,
unmet expectations and the hurts they created that are never discussed but were nurtured in the heart every day the same.
One day when she'll be no where around and he will far away from your life, you will realize ‘no, it was not the wrong paper or the birthday he forget or the time she shouted..’ It goes way far than that. So much deeper that it is unreachable now..irreparable now..

It never was about the small fight! And you think it is the coffee.

Ahh! It never is the coffee!

Maybe someday they will see this. Maybe before it is too late. Or maybe after.


He said to himself and decided to carry on with his day anyway.