GRWM to fight a boss battle against myself
The server was just doing her job, but she didn’t realize she had just walked up to a land mine.
I asked for a water. He asked for a beer.
And I was dabbing tears from my eyes with a paper napkin.
All I wanted was a date. Dinner and a movie. It should have been so simple.
But we had fallen into our old familiar patterns. I was absorbing responsibility for stress that didn’t belong to me. He was worrying for the sake of worry. We were upset with each other for things unsaid.
And it all spilled out before we’d even gotten our drinks.
“Can we just go home?” I’d asked.
“Please can we just have a good night?” he’d pleaded.
The thing about the weight of realization is that it never hits you at a convenient time. Or place.
I certainly never asked for it to hit me at a Smokey Bones on a random Saturday afternoon.
We got through dinner. We saw the movie (Final Destination: Bloodlines). We went home and fought it out. I cried myself to sleep.