It's amazing how much can change in a week. Even more amazing how much can change in an afternoon. The short statement of what you're thinking and what you're feeling can, and sometimes, does change irreparably the course of relationships. Sometimes that change can, and does, change the course of your plans for life.
After 3 months of feeling like I was unravelling, one afternoon, one statement - repressed and abridged - may have completely changed the relational balance of my family. The saddest thing is that because it was never expounded upon, the person who's most upset by it doesn't have the full understanding of why I feel the way I do, and another person doesn't realize they play a huge part in it.
Bridges of stone may not be able to be burned, but they can explode. I think this is the beginning of an explosion and the reduction of one bridge to a rope bridge.
It's taken me a long time -too long really- to understand, but I think Tim might have been right. 400 miles is about the best distance from this place. 400 miles might just be the distance I need to start healing from wounds I don't even want to look at, yet alone dress, treat and heal.
Maybe someday before too much time has passed we'll all be able to sit down and be civil and be friends again. But I don't think we're sitting down for dinner anytime soon.
Song for the day: Fleetwood Mac "Dreams"
