It always takes my breath away, hitting me without warning. The conversation takes a curve, you have a silent epiphany. The next thing I know I’m blindsided and fighting to defend myself, my actions, none of which seem to appease…..and your voice changes.
I am painfully aware that once this tone emerges there’s no going back. No amount of explaining, debating, or pleading will negate its presence. It hangs there in the air like a thick fog slowly choking the communication between us. It’s a point of no return and the best we can do is to call it a night and wait. Wait till this fog lifts and our vision clears. And so I wait……….wait…for your voice to change.
