There was a time and a place to tell me.
Why you chose the moment you did, I can't quite work out. Maybe you needed the time before to steel yourself, and thought the time afterwards would be good for us.
After all, we were halfway down a motorway - I wasn't going anywhere. You had me to yourself.
You touched my hand while you talked. It felt like I was being unknit. I don't feel much in that place anymore.
Then there was silence. Perhaps you were talking and touching my hand - I couldn't say. My mind was elsewhere. Somewhere sterile. You did well to trap me there, in your car, but all your words had switched to hissing static.
That chart music was no good either.
I suppose the only preferable time was never, and the only preferable place was nowhere. So you did the right thing.
Note to self: Be less of a fragile wretch.
After all, we were halfway down a motorway - I wasn't going anywhere. You had me to yourself.
You touched my hand while you talked. It felt like I was being unknit. I don't feel much in that place anymore.
Then there was silence. Perhaps you were talking and touching my hand - I couldn't say. My mind was elsewhere. Somewhere sterile. You did well to trap me there, in your car, but all your words had switched to hissing static.
That chart music was no good either.
I suppose the only preferable time was never, and the only preferable place was nowhere. So you did the right thing.
Note to self: Be less of a fragile wretch.
posted by Juliet is Bleeding... | 4:47 am
He told me over email while I was working. Who is worse?
She had slept with my boss. I would have preferred it by e-mail, really.
I'd take the email over being told on a motorway, any day.
there is no good way to do it, but being in a situation where you can't escape to your self, that just makes it a little worse