November 14, 2008
His maneuvering of the car on the windy road, was disconcerting. Perhaps it was the weather, the windy weather was disconcerted. Rain was coming, the sky was deep gray, I was hanging on. Hanging on to what was the last shards of our time together. This was to be our last time in the confines of a small space and the air in the car was tense. I wondered to myself if I would survive this. It would be over soon. As we pulled into the airport I looked at him. It doesn’t have to be this way, I thought.