TEN
It was too loud. The champagne reception. The dinner. Everything was just too loud. Her head ached, her thoughts rattled. Too quick or too slow, her life had lost its rhythm. The food was awful. Maybe not the food, but her experience of it. She didn’t want to eat and didn’t want to socialize. She wanted to scream at the world. At herself. At the past and everything in the future.
Their argument replayed over and over. Swinging from extreme to extreme wasn’t good for her health or her sanity. Sometimes she was so mad, it felt as though her blood was boiling. Other times, it was like being deep underwater, struggling for air.
Her friends were jubilant. Ecstatic and happy about every little thing. She couldn’t do it. Couldn’t pretend that the flatware was fascinating or the centerpiece
