Weekend Freewrite - The Conversation

I can't figure out how to put the prompts in bold, so I will list them here for anyone not familiar with the freewrite concept.

1. Can I change the three big lies...
2. Next week our daughter is moving, I am almost ready to admit defeat.
3. Boiling it all down

“Can I change the three big lies we tell about ourselves?” She asked. He shrugged as though he wasn't really listening. “What lies would those be,” he wanted to know? She said, “For one, that we know what the hell we're doing. We try to pretend that the horse meat business is somehow intuitively knowable, but you know as well as I do that the pet food market is moving towards vegan. Even dogs are supposed to have a conscience these days. Second, that we're even a little bit happy with each other. You mother was right when she said we should never have gotten married. And third, that the protesters outside the office right now are going to get bored and wander off if we just decide to stay in here and ignore them. Apparently butchering horses to feed people's dogs is just a bridge too far, and we will have to rethink our whole strategy. Maybe if we point out that the horses themselves are vegan they won't mind so much. By the way, I want a divorce.” He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and smirked.

“Next week, our daughter is moving. I am almost ready to admit defeat. I know she's 32 and more than ready to be on her own, but I can't help feeling guilty about how much we have damaged her with all our fighting. We spent a fortune on all those years of horseback riding lessons and then we decided to feed the horses to the dogs when they got too old to ride! How were we supposed to know that our business would grow from that? And how were we supposed to predict that our daughter would blame us and try to sue us for all her therapy bills? She just has a mind of her own, I guess. Maybe her new venture will be less stressful than living with the “horse murderers.” I can't believe she called us that. I thought we were being so eco-conscious, not letting the old horses go to waste. Who knew this was going to be the thing that turned her against us forever? I give up. We're too old to have another baby and try again not to screw it up. It seems like everything we do is wrong, including our marriage. So let's just cut our losses and go. We don't need the stress.”

He finally gave her his full attention. “You really want to get divorced just because our daughter is moving out? What good would that do at this point?” She glared down her nose at his utter obtuseness. “Because”, she said icily, “I think we've hit a wall. Don't you? Boiling it all down to the nitty-gritty, you were never really in love with me OR the horse meat business. You just want to go parasailing and pretend everything is daisies and sunshine. When is the last time you hung out on the slaughter floor and actually did any work?” He grimaced at her derisively. “Well, sweetie, I guess since you've been right about absolutely everything in our entire lives together, there's no reason for me to disagree with you now. I will pack a bag and be out of the house by morning. At least I hope I will.” She looked askance at him, wondering what that last cryptic sentence was supposed to mean. He nodded toward the office window. “The protesters have broken the front door down. I guess they will be on their way up here by now. Maybe we should make our way to the helipad and get the hell out of here.”