The Unspoken Hurt
My backyard October 2025. Sometimes I wish I had more friends. A list of people I could call to come over and chat about nothing and everything like I did when I was in high school or college. Sometimes I wish I lived closer to my sisters. Would our relationship be stronger? Would we lean on each other more? There are times I want to discuss all the corners of a subject without holding back, without being interrupted, talked over, lectured to on exercise and health or being preached at or judged on my response. Do I think so differently that there is no one that I can have a conversation with? I guess I never grew out of my questioning era of high school and college. I want to discuss the “whys”of people’s behavior. I want to discuss “what if there was or could be another outcome?” I want some to in my dad’s words “Shoot the shit” with? I have tried hard over the years and especially the past 10 years to foster connections. I have invited...