Salve for injured emotions.
Repeat as needed.
After several days of not speaking to my husband following his mother’s too-long, drama-inducing visit, he finally asked if I was upset with him.
It occurs to me that the silent treatment was probably a beautiful gift and he had to take a few days to consider whether he wanted to return it. I suppose all decisions must be carefully weighed 😛
I find it ironic that the ones we love the most are the ones we hurt the most. These are the people that we can take for granted and not even realize that we’ve hurt them. After thinking about it, I see that when I overstep my bounds with an acquaintance, “I’m sorry,” rolls off the tongue so easily. When I disappoint a loved one, my first inclination is to defend my “rightness.”
As I write this post, I remind myself to treat loved ones like acquaintances. Tomorrow is not a given.
My last partly-fiction story was not the least bit uplifting, but when I’m mad/sad/frustrated, etc., I’m wholly all of those things and it bleeds through into my writing.
Oh! Speaking of bleeding, do you know what day it is? Hump-day! Well, that- and October 1st! (I know, that’s a terrible segue, but I’m sticking with it.) I had so much fun writing extra-twisted, super-creepy stories last October that I’m ready to see if I can keep up the scary fiction for another October. I don’t really do blood and gore so much, but hope to bring on the psychological scary. Boo!
If you’re not into creepy, I’ll understand if you make yourself scared, I mean, scarce. Okay, okay, I’ll stop now. Have a great Wednesday!