Some days everything seems to go wrong. Despite feeling empowered after a very productive meeting, the deadlines begin to suffocate. the weekend evaporates into thin air.
The issues from the accident are getting worse. The pain. Both physical and financial. Everything is crashing in around me.
I try to vent to my sister but she cuts me off, to tell me about her own more important life. I try to vent to my mom, but she too is busy with her own things, and not even home.
Then the boy calls, and he vents about his terrible day. I ask him about it. Try to be supportive.
Then he asks how mine was. I tell him in one word and he continues to vent about his.
I get that sometimes people need to vent. But venting should never be completely exclusive. Take the time to get it out. But then give them a little time to vent back if they need to.
Perhaps my day has just made me overly sensitive. Perhaps I just needed to vent.
When everyone else failed me, TheDog rested her head on my arm. And gave me that look that says everything will be alright.
And it will. Eventually. This I know. I'm just ready for that eventually to be now.