My friend Amy let out a soft sigh as she swallowed her last spoonful of chicken noodle soup. We were eating lunch on a patio, leisurely sharing updates on our lives. It was Amy’s turn at the mic, and she had just finished vocalizing a new development with a former boyfriend.
She plopped her now empty spoon on the table and said,
“I hate him.”
“No, you don’t.” I soothed. “You hate the situation.”
Amy closed her eyes for a moment and let her lips curl into a frown. “I hate this feeling.”
I hate it, too.
That tremble you feel when what was in harmony is now in discord.
….melt from a solid foundation and ooze down our throats to bob…….up
like a lava lamp.
Elements of yourself floating back and forth in different directions…
…and in separate paths…
…but never together.