I drove into Terlingua yesterday for the first time since the events of the weekend. I needed water, cream, lamp oil, gas, and a shower. Luckily, I ran into no one who seemed to know anything of the drama.
Not so at home. I have been receiving a steady stream of well-wishes and inquiries through comments, emails, and phone calls, which I really appreciate but wish were unnecessary.
Understandably, this has been a very tough week for me. I know that things will get better, but right now I’m physically hurt, exhausted, and experiencing profound disappointment.
Significantly, the one person that I wish I had heard from has been silent. Not a word of apology nor any indication of either shame or growing resentment… only speculation interspersed with relief at being alone again.
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