Hemming and hawing. Should I say something? I don’t want to offend her, but I’m concerned.
Oh, it’s not that bad, maybe I won’t.
Wake up this morning still thinking about it, so I know it’s worthwhile to have the conversation. My heart starts beating a bit faster. My armpits prickle. My breathing becomes more rapid. I take a couple of deep breaths. Off I go.
I know. I know! she’s trying not to yell.
I want to have a healthy discussion, I say. It’s not a lecture.
Back and forth. Like a seesaw. Walking through the steps of a serious discussion. Tensions rise then fall, finally. Talk is met with understanding and comprehension and compassion. Hug exchanged. I leave with a smile and feeling of catharsis. Then, of course, I think, did it work? We shall see.