A snow day and it begins so lovely. We cuddle and laugh. Sexy play. We dress like little kids bundled up for the snow and we go outside to clean off the cars. And then the mail comes. My blood runs cold. There is more ice in me than on the cars.
Am I a fool? My head screams, “You are an idiot.”
Is he a narcissist? My head whispers, “Look who he really is.”
Why do I stay? My head says, “He doesn’t care.”
Is this love? My head begs, “Please love yourself.”
The snow day has turned from wonderland to prison. I feel trapped and furious with myself. I want to cry but who do I blame? I want to escape but my pride holds me back. If I could turn back the clock how far would I go? If I got in the car how far would I run?
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