It'd been a long time since I'd really felt like myself. That thought ought
to send shivers through some people. Just finding that statement to be
humorous says a lot. A month ago I was too pissed at the world to find
humor in anything. Seriously though, after all that'd happened, I was
finally beginning to understand why I'd been in the state I was in. Heck
I'd even go so far as to admit that my partner was right. What else could
Faith have done but suggest that I needed counseling. It's funny, six
months ago if someone had asked me who I am, I'd have told them 'I'm a
cop'. Officer Boscorelli was a big part of who I was, or who I thought I
was. For a while there, I wasn't so sure.
They say at some point everyone grows up. For me that was the day I stopped being mad at Faith for the whole counseling thing. What else could I do? Faith was my best friend and as much as I was afraid to admit it, I needed her. I needed my best friend back. She was the only person who I could talk to. I only hoped that she'd listen; that she wouldn't close the door in my face. My fears were put to rest as soon as she opened the door. We talked that night. I mean we really talked, although I did most of the talking. Everything just seemed to flow...
Now that I look back I can see how it had happened. What felt like a blur a month ago is somewhat clearer. First there was September 11th, then I was shot. Faith's ordeal with cancer soon followed and for the first time since we became partners, she shut me out. I was pissed. How could she shut me out of something so important? Finally there was everything with Hobart. Nowhere in my life's script did it say "deal with things". So, I didn't deal with things. Not at all. Until that that night with my best friend....with Faith.
tbc
They say at some point everyone grows up. For me that was the day I stopped being mad at Faith for the whole counseling thing. What else could I do? Faith was my best friend and as much as I was afraid to admit it, I needed her. I needed my best friend back. She was the only person who I could talk to. I only hoped that she'd listen; that she wouldn't close the door in my face. My fears were put to rest as soon as she opened the door. We talked that night. I mean we really talked, although I did most of the talking. Everything just seemed to flow...
Now that I look back I can see how it had happened. What felt like a blur a month ago is somewhat clearer. First there was September 11th, then I was shot. Faith's ordeal with cancer soon followed and for the first time since we became partners, she shut me out. I was pissed. How could she shut me out of something so important? Finally there was everything with Hobart. Nowhere in my life's script did it say "deal with things". So, I didn't deal with things. Not at all. Until that that night with my best friend....with Faith.
tbc