Wrong Way Up
All the resentments from the last four years spill out and I am not even sure if I am making any sense as I scream into the phone.
I do not know how long I was screaming but four years of frustration, anger, sorrow, and self-pity came out quickly. It was like a dam had burst free and I could not make the water flow stop even with the hand of God. It was like I had word vomit, and it had to be purged out before I could stop. When I was done there was silence on the other end. We stayed like that for a few minutes, allowing me time to catch my breath and gather myself. I wipe my face and realize that sometime during that purge, the tears had finally come.
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