NOVEL
Inside — Outside
The Love We Had, Chapter 30
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30
It’s about life, living the life I have.
I live, I walk in the streets. I go home. I go from room to room.
I travel. I can be inside or I can be outside — it’s not the same.
How can I find respect? How can I feel accepted?
How can I know my place and know that I belong here?
The opposite of this is to be on the outside, to be excluded, to not be part of the community.
There are some basic needs we humans have. One of these is the need to feel accepted, to be on the inside. To love and to be loved back is to be inside. To love and not be loved back is the opposite. It’s being at the outside, and it has always been a problem for me.
It has become clear to me during these last years of my marriage with Lars. I sometimes have tried to talk with him about it.
“Listen”, I say, “can we talk?”
“What is it?” he asks.
“I think we need to talk.”
“Talk? About what then?”
He looks at me silently. I bow my head, unable to look at him.
“About us, you and me”, I say.
“Why is that? Is there something wrong?”
“What do you think, then?”
“Oh, how can I know that? It was you who started talking about it.”
“I do not think we get along well here in this house.”
“Oh! Well, I see! So, what is it then? What have I done wrong now?”
I can barely mumble a few words, but I immediately regret it. It sounds just completely banal, so stupid.
I have long felt that he and I live together under the same roof, and that we totally lack the ability to listen to each other. I have felt that I live in an exile. I am in a way expelled from my own life. And I feel I have to do something about it. This does not work anymore. I have to deal with it. I have to get out. There is no way, no other way than the way out.
To be on the inside may be to be allowed to love, love him and love the kids, and to feel love. To be on the inside must be knowing that I belong together with him in the family, and to know that he and the others care and need me.
To be on the inside or on the outside can sometimes be a choice that I myself cannot make.

The story that the novel tells takes place in a small industrial town at the end of a fjord in western Norway. The story being told and the characters are fictional.
The photos included in the chapters are taken on location in Odda and in the Odda Smelter (Odda Smelteverk, 1906–2003), the carbide factory that is part of the story.
The Love We Had
Part 1 The Longest Night -chapters 1–3, told by Lars. Part 2 The Light Inside -chapters 4–17, told by Aslak. Part 3 Save Our Secret Love -chapters 18 — XX, told by Eira.
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Øivind H. Solheim writes fiction, essays and articles aiming to help others understanding life, other humans and themselves. He has published five novels, two non-fiction books and a poetry book.
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