Gingersnap

When we arrived in Hawii, the natives welcomed us with gifts of orcid lays and candies. i had forgotten how generous and friendly the people are in Hawii. if it were up to me, i would live here.
We stayed at the same beach house as we did last year. i noticed the owners had replaced the bedroom door. during one of our arguments, i had taken refuge in the bedroom to get away from tom. only for him to attempt to break the door down. constant pounding and kicking resulted in cracks and chipped paint. "here we are" tom said, setting down his suitcases by the couch. "yeah" i said, as i continued to look around the house. "yup..." for an unknown reason, we felt awkward. we both knew that we were here to fix our marriage. our marriage is not terriable, but i want to fix these minor problems before they grow into something we can't handle. honestly, i didn't know how this "vacation" would turn out. i am scared that we dont fix our problems, resulting in a divorce. maybe i'm just psyching myself out. me and tom havn't fought about anything for quite a few months-except the occational "stop flirting with fred!"-so, our marriage could not be a failure after all. i just feel like tom has started loosing interest, you know? like he doesn't want to put forth any effort. i could just be crazy..
"so, what do we do now?" i asked tom. "well.. we uh.. " he sat on the couch. "how about we, hmm.." pathetic. we can't even think of a way to spend time together. our marriage is fucked...