We are mean now. Using voices that sting. Words are thrown out at one another without regard for feeling. Resentment is a monster that we feed each time we speak.
He blames me.
I blame him.
While he sleeps (again), his friend watches television in the living room and I review a PowerPoint presentation for a possible new position. My head aches, I’m tired but FEAR the sleep demons and still haven’t organized my damn closet.
What happened in this house that appears too calm?