Into the middle of the living room floor, I slumped down. I gathered my knees tight to my chest and started to rock back and forth. I can’t catch my breath. I feel like today’s weather, white sky with bits of blue. No sunshine. No rain. But Mediocre dull.
And, now, I’m sad and angry. Nick isn’t coming home. I’m not even getting a chance to save our marriage or…Him. Nick could not give up the love of his live .
Marijuana.
His necessity. His enhancer. For years and I always believed him when he said. “He had quit.”
Our life together is no longer something we can work out.