He came over to visit the dogs and then we went to Starbucks.
The entire time I was on edge and waiting to “feel” something.
The phone rang and it was his brother, the obligation call – no doubt precipitated by his mother.
Not a passionate reunion, the best feeling words I have are: disconnected, sad or hurting.
He told me that I have “anger problems“, questioned my medication intake and suggested that I speak to “somebody”.
In turn, I held my breath because these feelings appear mainly when I am around him.
• He apologized.
• He recanted.
• He said that he’d be home on Monday, but I quickly corrected him.
Now, at home on the sofa with my sweet dogs, I feel sad.
Sad for the feelings that I do not have…
Sad for the feelings which course through my veins…