What makes me want to slap someone silly, while kissing their face, after a bad scare?
I love my husband and don’t want any harm to come to him, yet I feel the urge to give him a smack.
Is it the stress talking? Or is it relief? Maybe both together?
He wasn’t the driver so I can’t fault him there, and even so it was the icy conditions not the drivers fault.
And still I want the satisfaction of laying low the fear. Fighting it physically. Screaming “Don’t make me relive the night my son died again! Don’t make me think about it happening to you either!”
Will I ever get over my son’s death? I think not. But why must it color my days since?