this morning #986.

this morning, all i asked of her was that she be gentle with me, treat me like my mental stability was on the line. to be clear, it may not be. we need to play things safe though. just in case. she poured us each a cup of that bitter coffee she likes to drink & sat down across from me. after weeks of absolute uncertainty, she finally deigned to explain her actions. i took a sip of coffee. too hot. it needed a sec. i listened. i really tried to listen for once. really tried to respect her explanation of how it came to be that she’d wronged me once again, kept perpetuating this pattern of pain. i had trouble believing her. seems my mind has wised up. i took another sip of coffee. still too hot. i kept drinking it anyway.