She is having an Eat, Pray, Love moment. You know, the kind where nothing in her life makes sense anymore so she pushes it all away and after thirty solid years of truths, has lost all faith in everything.
She left her home and hid in mine; tear streaked nights of red wine stained lips filled with heartbreaking stories of paths not taken, chances lost and deep divides.
We took a spa day. Loofah feet and pretty pink nails. Waxed lady parts, buried under mounds of tangled hair, now smooth and clean, fresh and inviting. Sparkly lip gloss and glitter infused body spray. The sun eclipsed as we lay, oily and warm, on a massage table sheet with strangers hands working the trials and tribulations of the universe from our stress baked muscles.
She left at midnight, determined to fight her way back to the life she had been an active participant in creating.
Eric is on a golf course today. I find myself completely exhausted, worn to a frazzle, and in and out of sleep. Friday was big and I need to heal from it as though it were a wound that has been stitched back together and now must mend.
My dreams are intense, vivid and alive. The past, this blog, my friend; everything rolls into one. I won't see him until Tuesday. There are lists of things to complete but I sleep. I sleep and I dream......