Feelings In Limbo
There’s a place of temporary residence between irate and heartbroken. I know. I’m currently here. It’s an odd place to be. I want to hate him, but to hate him I have to love him. I want to mourn him, but to mourn him I would have to let him go. A decision alludes me, and so I live in limbo.
But only for today.
Tomorrow I will cry. Or I will scream.
Or I will just go grocery shopping.