It was a long, continuous day – one task after another. The phone rung consistently. Callbacks were administered. There was a large, sturdy shipping box with my name on it. It contained a ‘thank you’ basket with beauty care products from a client that I assisted several weeks ago. It was completely unexpected; an enormous mood booster, but there also were tears forming in my eyes when the woman called later in the afternoon. She said sincerely, “It is so rare that people actually listen to another human being. Thank you for your help, and for your humanity.”
I had dinner with a few friends tonight. We ate and talked. Went to class. The professor lectured. Peers contributed. Held a phone conversation with my sister. Looked forward to going home.
Home. Washed dishes. Laughed a little. Browsed the Internet a lot. Made him tea for his throat. Snuggled up a bit, and felt chatty. He wanted to read. I stated that I would leave the room for the night because my talking was interfering with his book. He didn’t disagree. He only argued it a bit once he saw the hurt double over on me – we had said we missed each other all day moments beforehand. Now, I’m here with a mushy pile of dramatic emotion wrestling somewhere in my chest, and relentless thoughts recur that there is more than one type of wall between him and me tonight.
