The inspiration for this story comes from my own couch situation, a sanctuary and a prison all in one, just like a marriage.
Unbeknownst to my family, I sold the family couch on Craigslist and had it removed while they were out. They came home, noticed, calmly and wordlessly, went to the basement, and brought up our original castaway couch to fill the void, which solved NOTHING. While I was disappointed, I didn’t get a bigger reaction, it did spark an idea to write about the response I would’ve gotten if it were my dad or grandpa.
When I was a kid, it was an unspoken rule that I didn’t disturb my dad and grandpa during football games. My grandma ignored that rule and set off little sparks that turned into fires. She would dust the TV and vacuum in front of it, which sent my dad and grandpa into a frenzied state. “Why Josephine, why?” my grandpa would say. “You’re already mad, and there were crumbs”, was her reply.
It was entertaining and funny to watch them get so excited over football, and then to have a wrench thrown in during a key moment of the game sent it over the top. I wanted to explore what happens when you hit a common nerve, and football and the couch in many homes is just that.