Rediscovering
Chapter 1
I saw him walk down the hallway from his office to the bedroom, the room that we only go into when we sleep; at different times, for different lengths of time, with separate blankets and a pillow divider line between the two of us. There was something within the coloring of the skin along his neck, something in the way that he made sure not to make eye contact. He wore his pain like a favored stole, pulled tight, hidden beneath, cutting off his circulation. I knew it was bad. Exactly what "it" was.. I wasn't sure, but I knew that he was not doing well emotionally. But this had become a usual thing over the last 20 years. Anxiety, obsessions, depression, egg shells, snide little comments, pettiness, anger, and passive aggression the likes of which could win awards.
