How Does That Make You Feel

“And how does that make you feel?”

I saw her lips say it as she shifted her upper body to the other side of the chair. I can’t remember her ever saying that before. It sounded so…so…so fake. In an nth of a second I bypassed it and responded to the question. But it’s been on my mind the rest of this day.

Hauntingly, I worry whether people like me or not. Perhaps not as much as I used to, but surely some would argue that point! Part of that blink of a second, was me thinking pdoc was bored with me. I know our relationship (over 12 years) doesn’t work that way, but it is the way I think sometimes. Granted, not as often as I used to. Recognizing progress can be hard and oh, so painful. Accepting my progress? Well, I’m not sure how that makes me feel.

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