There’s much tension lately. The injury the boyfriend sustained a while back at work is throwing our lives into a bit of chaos, and the effect it’s having on both of us isn’t pretty. I know he’s in pain, he’s frustrated, scared, aggravated, disappointed and so on. I’m nervous, stressed, pouty and worried.
We’re taking things the wrong way, perceiving things differently than they’re intended. That can make for some tough conversations.
I want him to feel better. I hate seeing him in pain and hate that there’s nothing I can do about it.
I can only pray that surgery is approved, that it goes well and that his road to recovery is smooth and obstacle free. (Hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?)
