Ever since the "Easter Earthquake", it feels like everyday there is another one shaking my sense of equilibrium. Sometimes the quakes are tiny and I am merely thrown off kilter for a second while other times I have to sit down to regain my balance.
What is constant is my unease at "transition time". After a beautiful weekend together, most times, I do feel a bit insecure, like when a mom leaves her child at the daycare. For the first hour or so, the child cries for her, aching and feeling all alone despite the caretaker's attempts to soothe her. When we part, I feel like that child. So, I know that some of what I feel is just the transition.
But this past week has been monumental. It was a staggering 8.0 on the Richter scale of relationships. Thank the gods that the infrastructure was solid to begin with but there was damage. Windows were broken, product fell into a heaping pile of chaos and it will take a while to clean everything up.
But HE is by my side, willing and able to clean it all up. We both still expect the aftershocks and possibly another "big one", but we are hopeful that we have seen the worst.
"It was never as bad as you thought," HE said to me. When he holds me in his arms, the shaking stops and I know it will all be alright.
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