I keep going over the phone conversation with my wife last night. On her way "home" from the airport, she chose these words: "We need to talk. I'm moving out."
I can't stop playing that over in my head, and each time it hurts as much as the first time. Over and over again and again she tells me. Logically, I expect I'll probably go through this until I begin to numb from it, and I no longer feel quite a profound stab in my heart at the implications. Emotionally, I wonder how long that will take...
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
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