June 7, 2016
...were no parking spaces, we would be on our way, back to our inland home. What? I said. You won't give me time to sit on the beach for even awhile? Correct. I remember the slicing evaluation that went through my thoughts. I mean so little to this man that my great desire was so insignificant to him? It was a declaration bereft of love, a cruel slap that this union was not one of mutual giving, one of a shared augmentation toward life. I knew exactly, in that one moment, that my well being was questionable in his world.