June 30
I found Allie sitting on the floor of my room today. She had the Just In Case box. The lid was open, its contents strewn on the floor.
“What’s this?” Allie asked accusations and pain on her face.
“It’s just my legal documents,” I said, trying to sound matter of fact.
“Legal documents?” her voice escalated. “These aren’t legal documents. These are goodbye letters,” she said, throwing the envelopes at me.
I tried to explain to her.
“I know how you felt after Dad died. I know you wanted some last message. I want to be sure you have that, just in case.”
“How can you do this to me?” Allie asked.
Leave it to Allie to make my illness about her.
“Do this to you? The world doesn’t revolve around you.”
“I never said it did.”
“You sure act like it. This is happening to me, not you.”
“I’m well aware of that,” Allie said.
“Then, for once in your life, try to think about me. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”
“I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Yes you did. You always do. I’m too tired to care right now,” I said, crawling into bed, pulling the covers over my head.
I was glad to escape into exhaustion.
It was dark when I woke up. I don’t know how long I slept. Once I was alone with my thoughts, I knew it wasn’t Allie I was angry at. I’m not even sure it was Bryan any more. I was just angry. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I was suppose to have more time.
Great Post 👍
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for the kind comment.
LikeLike
I enjoy your grasp of dialogue. Very cool.
LikeLike
Hi Pete,
My dialogue is a result of all of the voices talking in my head.
Dee
LikeLike
It is always too early.
LikeLike
Hi John,
That is a universal statement. It was too early when I got up this morning.
Dee
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nice article
LikeLike
Thanks.
Dee
LikeLike