Chapter Two – Outbursts
Looking back on it, perhaps slapping him was not the wisest thing to do. But you were emotional, you weren't thinking with your wisdom. He looked so shocked though, standing there open mouthed, clearly oblivious to what had caused such an outburst… And if you're honest with yourself, at the time, you didn't know what had caused it either.
Ordinarily you would know exactly what drove you to slap a man across the face, but for some reason, around him, your emotions never were under your control. You put this incident down to the fact that your discussion had got a little heated. You asked him a simple question, but – as it required a personal answer – he wouldn't give a simple response. Your infuriation rising, you kept on at him, hounding, pushing, screaming it a little louder each time until he had finally snapped back, "I can't give you the answer you're looking for!" and your palm instantly met his cheek.
Various reconstructions have taken place in your mind since it happened, and you have analysed each one as if it were a crime scene, coming to the same conclusion each time. You're in love, obviously. Otherwise, why would it hurt so much that he wouldn't ask you to stay?… And why were so determined to push him to ask?
Ever since you made the decision to take the job in New York, you've been waiting for him to speak; to tell you he doesn't want you to go. You are supposed to be at the airport in an hour and you still haven't finished packing. You reluctantly began sorting your furniture for transport last week, but your clothes and your personal belongings remained where they have been for the last fifteen years; subconsciously you put packing on hold, because you didn't actually expect to go. Apparently you had convinced yourself that the feelings you had been denying were reciprocated. Perhaps it's time to face reality.
TBC…