this morning #1154.

this morning, deep down beneath the surface, we were both arguing about buried trauma. on the surface though, we were waging war over some balmy drama, neither of us wanting to acknowledge where our anger came from. if one of us had just taken a beat, calmed down enough to properly process what was really happening, we could’ve deescalated the whole situation early on. instead, i started hurling insults your way & you felt the need to return the favor. it’s only now, hours later, that i see the error of my ways. your ways too. i blame it on the child inside of me, the little girl whose world was torn apart by loss. i’m not sure what was going on with you but hopefully you do.