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I don’t know why I lied. Maybe I couldn’t face the idea of more of this day, this week, unending, stretching out into court dates and arguments. More battles in this war. Maybe that was what you did—bent the truth open until it made a big enough hole for you to escape.
Not long ago, I’d wanted everything from her. For her to be my confidant, my general. My best and only friend. I wanted her to be the other half of me, like we together made a coin. She the king’s head to my tails. I loved her like you would the person you’d always wanted to be, and in return I would have followed her anywhere, excused any action, fought to keep her hoisted high on her throne. When that myth I’d made of her shattered, I didn’t know what to do.
Holmes wasn’t a myth, or a king. She was a person. And to have a relationship with a person, you had to treat them like one.
“Can I forgive you a little now?” I asked. “And then a little more tomorrow, and the next day? If there is a next day?”
Dr. Kostas thinks that we need to allow ourselves time to get to know one another in said new, healthier context, and that, in the meantime, we should avoid “pledging ultimate loyalty” to each other again, as that had suboptimal results the last time.
Of course, if I’ve misread you, please tell me. But you tend to overuse the word “just” when you’ve made a decision and are attempting to justify it to yourself or others.
I know you’re online. I can see that you’re on chat. So are you letting me flounder around writing you awkward emails because it’s funny or because you’re horrified?
