19 Nov When things get under my skin.
Yesterday, I took a deep breath and told Laura all the things that were on my mind.
It took a while.
I listed the disappointments and the complicated relationships. I told her how everything was changing and I didn’t know how to respond to this shifting landscape. I told her of anger that had started to fester in the pit of my stomach. New and surprising feelings for this habitual peace-maker.
Words falling over words, long-hidden emotions tumbling out. It wasn’t pretty and I knew it.
I recited stories and half facts about tiny incidents that had happened over this past year and how they had got under my skin like a splinter.
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