Last night sucked. I was sad and restless. Didn’t sleep well at all. My workday today was ok. I came home to a quiet house. Attempts at conversation occurred, but, no. Not ready to talk. I can relate to not having the words to clearly express what I need to say, and can therefore allow time and space. I’ve gone silent for up to a week recently. On certain subjects much longer, while maintaining the fiction everything was fine.
Now’s not the time for me to try to force a dialogue. I’ll be quiet, and ready to listen when the time is right.