Ten.Two Thousand & Eighty-One
Now it’s Thursday.
Work from home day. Headache. Dentist. Meeting.
On the verge of tears. What is it? Just stress.
I am not in the mood, and twice, I think about getting out of the chair.
I tell him that we just don’t want to have to fight for the truth.
I know that the little mistakes being made are because I’m disengaged. I don’t care anymore, and that’s a problem.
I eat the entire plate. Something in my brain flips. Anger.
Rat in a cage.
He says no party, just money for stocks.
I just want to feel like I felt while I was gone.
