My heart and mind were caught up in the contradiction. The throbbing in my throat could be counted visually, as well as internally. I didn’t dare try to count it, or my worries about my health would have certainly prevailed. We disagreed, but what happened to the idea of agreeing to disagree? My face flushed red. The heat from my cheeks warmed the fall day, with anger instead of sunshine. I felt myself losing my grip.
I hung up. The conversation had taken a wrong turn, at some point. A point obscure from my vantage point. My emotions were equal parts, anger as well as sadness. My phone vibrated, seemly in harmony with my heart rate. A mile-long text bombarded my patience. Maybe my thought was ahead of the content, it could be an apology.
Contrary to my later thought and in sync with my initial concern, I was blasted yet again. Against my better judgment, I read it. Then, wished I hadn’t. I took a deep breath, with the thought of resolution, when there was more time and patience to figure out exactly what had gone so wrong. I let it be.
“Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you.” echoed beautifully into my mind. My text took on a note beyond myself, “I’m sorry for my part in this conversation.” My return would come, when time would provide some healing first.
I turned off my phone.