A Promise to Figure It Out
My spouse tried to calm me by promising that we would get to the bottom of it. His remarks were meant to be comforting, but I wished he had paid more attention. ‘We’ll sort things out, I promise,’ he’d add as the anxiety rose. While his assurances helped temporarily, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was badly wrong. It felt like a weight was weighing down on us every day, compelling us to seek out the answers hidden in the shadows.
A Promise To Figure It Out
Weekend Plans
Regardless of the problems at home, weekends were intended to be spent with family. We decided that a beach day would help us reset. While I packed, our daughter searched for her favorite baby doll. ‘Mom, where is my doll?’ she said, anxiety on her youthful face. As I assisted her in her quest, I felt a familiar sense of anxiety. It was merely a doll, but its removal felt momentous in the context of everything else.
Weekend Plans
