except that I know I will have issues with one client. This is just the beginning of the project and she's already freaking out.
I should have explained the process more but I know even if I did, she'd conveniently forget it.
Awkward. I can hear my "ex in process" on the phone downstairs with the new girl. I really like the new girl, but it's still awkward. And reminds me that I have no one to call before I go to bed. I will be glad when I can move out...this strong woman/good person thing gets taxing sometimes.
Ebb. Wane. Feelings come and feelings go. Ecstatic highs and melancholy lows—it doesn't matter. Flow stops, eventually. It always starts a long, slow, permanent descent.
Maybe that's why people have blow-ups. At least there's something to feel afterward, something to hold on to. Funny how taking a plunge leaves you something to hold on to but slowly slipping away leaves you with nothing.