They had been putting off working on this for weeks. Someone was to busy, the weather was bad, someone sick, whatever. Today is the day. There is no putting it off any longer.
Needing coffee was an understatement. Sleep escaped her last night. How was he going to handle it? Would they agree? Would they argue? Would she break? Was all of her work enough to pease him? Does he even realize this is difficult on her also? Regardless, it would not be a fun meeting. If they could just agree on the details to move things forward.
As the meeting time came closer anxiety was building inside of her. How to stay calm? He would read her weakness immeditately when he saw her. How could she stand in front of him and seem strong and harmless at once?
She heard the door. Her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest. Her breathing changed, her head filled with worry and fear. It was time...
Putting words to the traumatic stress that results from love turning almost to hate, then back to love. Love remains but it sure don't feel like it.
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