"Your right, I didn't call. I just got home at 7:20pm and cooked dinner. I have one other call to make...I have to call my Dad and wish him a Happy Birthday. But Im here...if you want to call. Hang in there."
Uummm...you might as well have said "I have a life outside of you and your neediness and your impeding on it right now. Lay off and get yourself together."
Oh but wait Mrs T...your the one who forced this shit out of me in the first place! I'm sorry I wasn't trained for a thousand years in school to "lock it up and leave it in a box" like you were. I go home and sit with it while it tries to f****** kill me and you just lock it all up and leave it at the office.
I knew there was a reason I kept it inside. The pain is too big for me...yet its just not quite big enough for anyone else - for them to really understand what it means to process it, to swallow it, to feel it.
Venting.....thanks