He reached out today (sorta).
“I will send you $100 this Friday.”
It took 118 days, but he texted me directly this morning. He owes me a lot more than $100. I wanted to say more to him—how are you, are you feeling better, what’s new. I liked the message instead.
I came back from a trip without him where I stood, alone, in front of professionals and a camera. I conducted my grief out. I shared with my therapist that grief has transformed my conducting. I’m defensive. I’m emotional. I’m angry.
The professionals this weekend included my mentors. They helped me be genuine. To not smile unless I feel like it. To relax and not feel like I have to defend myself.
I’m trying. This is what my grief looks like. It hides itself well.
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