this morning #1982.

this morning, we were back to square one. for the most part, it looked just like we’d left it. well worn & tested. he wasn’t saying very much. once we’d both said our piece multiple times & ended up circling back to where the discussion had begun, he shut down. started acting tough. after a couple false starts, i crossed the room & grabbed his coffee mug. took it into the kitchen to fill it up. maybe he’s right. maybe this time we can’t move past the lack of trust. maybe we’ve done this dance one too many times. i like to think that i’ve always kept an open mind when it comes to his affinity for tall tales. i don’t know though. this latest lie towers tall above them all. stories upon stories of sketchy stories. casting the nastiest shadow.