The Chaos of You

The days of untroubled quiet in a tension-free body and mind are rare. Life is not simple or easy, and many times, not even fun.

Stress always returns when you call, dropping those troubles, making rough waves in the peaceful waters.

The chaos of You returns to make my insides roil. How do you have such perfect timing to break my peaceful, calm waters?

My pulse now beats faster, my heart thumping, muscles turned to concrete, my jaw a vise, teeth grinding, pain pounding in my temples.

I sigh - long, deep, and loud, unconsciously, escaping me without control.

Again, I sigh, shoulders dropping as air leaves my lungs.

I’m deflated.

I mute you, breathe. Take a big breath, then a second.

Exhale slowly. Repeat. Repeat.

Unmute, wait for a break to interject kindness.

Breathe. Wait.

When I offer ideas, you meet them with deliberate cruelty - stabbing at the tender spots you know so well.

You end the call in fury.

Tears fill my eyes. Air comes in gulps between sobs.

I curl up on the bed, exhaustion overtaking me - nerves shot, a heavy fatigue.

I sleep.

For now.

Until the cycle repeats.

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