chance it!

We have been talking a lot lately! ... mostly I have been talking. She has been listening ... quietly.

I told her to do it a bit different with this… don’t laugh it off and walk away! Try to face the music and quit playing as if its OK or else it will come back and bite her in the ass. You can sweep it under the rug and do your pretend its ok and live like a robot for a few days thing - but this time I suggest you don’t.

She agreed. She said yeah - it is a new kind of thing. It makes the clouds look grayer and the steals a little blue out of the sky; the trees look unhappily still; the ground is not as firm and I feel like I will trip any moment and fall.

Why – I asked her? I have never known her to behave so inconsistently before. She said – you know I can’t sweep it under the rug because the rug got pulled from right beneath my feet. All the logic and sense took back seat and my heart ran rampant like a chicken with its head cut off!

What now? I don’t know!

Maybe I have learned my lesson of the day. To never go down that road again ...