My Back Against the Closet Door

Where do I begin ...?

I did all of the regular stuff:  email/texts; employees' scheduling; a nice, hot shower; marathon watching of Nip/Tuck; and, making a date with some of my family and friends to celebrate Thanksgiving tomorrow.

Normal stuff, right?

Of course.

It was just after Chloe left for the day and I was alone with my thoughts that a torrent of tears began to stream down my face. So many dark, difficult memories tumbled out of the closet door in my mind that I keep locked away.  I tried so hard to push them back, or to see each one dispassionately ... but I failed.

Ever since Wednesday, when somebody

To be continued ....