Worry and Truth.
I’m so angry and worked up, I pitch a pair of sunglasses at the back of my husband’s head as he walks away. Luckily, my aim is horrible and I mostly miss. Shame burns my cheeks as I slam a door and fight back tears. My heart stirs and stews and I worry about things I cannot change. I stress about things I don’t know the answer to. I let my breath quicken and my heart tremble. I worry about our children, our neighbor’s children, and children far, far away. I weep through ipod sermons at the grocery store and count up how much I’ve spent on cookies. I whine…