A new discovery tonight, and suddenly the silence I've kept became suffocating and I reached out. One tiny compulsive email, followed by a phone call, in which I calmly stated how angry I am, how confused I am, how devastated and hurt.
She noticed the disconnect, and gently pointed it out at the right moment. And I cried, but only just a little. I must be terrified of what will come out from deep under the internal ground where I've buried my feelings.
My own personal Chernobyl. A toxic meltdown buried under concrete and sand because there's no reversing it.
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