Monday, July 13, 2009

beware the moments of weakness

"I'm gonna go for a drive," she says.

That's code. For I'm gonna go talk to someone that you said I can't talk to as long as I'm in this house.

And the mildly warm fuzzy I'd been cautiously wrapped in all morning that made me second-guess my decisions and vacillate between my needs and hers suddenly felt like a million tiny daggers.

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