Saturday, June 11, 2011

The Un-Welcoming

Constant bickery had slithered and seeped into our home; as makeshift and tentative as that home was. The mania and meanness that would manifest with a regularity that was difficult to time or track had left me wan and weak. I tried to keep to my usual stoic sense of myself, but months of consistent, constant, paroxysm and pain were taking a plainly perceptible toll.

1 comment:

bethm1687 said...

I know the feeling...