Celebrate Socks

It's so stupid, almost unbelievable, that two people who love each other as much as we do would fight tooth and nail over a pair of socks.

We both knew that we are not fighting about something that means so little, but what are we fighting about?

Were we fighting about all the past things we have done? The things that hurt, that left scars, that were never spoken about?

Or was it about all the fears that we are living with now, the daily realities we find impossible to confront, the unknown future happiness that always seems just out of reach?

Or was it that we both needed to say something, yet neither of us had the skill to listen long enough to hear the other's fears truly?

I have many fears buried deep within, fears that I know scare you. I am meant to be the strong one, the one you can lean into, the one you can depend upon, the one that will always be there in the tough times.

But right now, all I see are challenging times. Life feels like a series of blows, and as much as I try to protect myself, the shots keep landing.

I can only take as much as I can take and in the end, I have to let it out for fear of the damage it will do if left to smoulder.

In truth, you are the only person I have to talk to, to be honest with. Yes, the way I view the world can seem frightening but it is the way I see it. I know my views may not be for everyone; sometimes, I wonder if they are for anyone? But they are mine.

Believe it or not, the years have softened both me and my views but the reality is that they still may be far too robust for the timid. 

I am here for you.

Please be here for me.

Thank you for the socks. You were right; I was wrong. 

But we both know it was never about the socks.