I was doing something mundane like folding clothes or making the bed when my cell phone rang.
It was my brother.
“Hey. Mom thinks Dad’s had a stroke.”
“What?”
No.
My call waiting beeped, distorting his response.
It was my husband.
Hell no.
All posts for the month November, 2012
strange
Things were getting really bizarre between me and my husband.
He kept committing random acts of strange.
He would call me and ask how I was doing, I would say “fine” and then when I asked how he was doing he’d say the same thing. Then sometimes he would just stop talking.
Just sit on the phone, like he was waiting for me to say something.
My therapist advised me to keep quiet and just let him say whatever was on his mind.
Posted by storm on November 7, 2012
https://theburnpile.com/2012/11/07/strange/
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