Yesterday felt like a blur, like I was carrying around a heavy block of ice. My body was weak and my emotions were numb. Depressed may be what some people call it. I tried to do my best with it since it was Mardi Gras Day after all.
My husband came home at some point during the day and flashed a shy smile my way. I could tell he didn’t have the energy to fight with me. I think he blew me a side ways kiss too, testing the waters. I snickered. A part of me wanted him to jump me, pound me, make me surrender to his power, and beg for my love. But that wasn’t the part of me who responded.
Whatever, I said without words tossing my head the other way.