Today, my wife emailed me wishing for me to come over tonight, rather late.
My mind is a racing while I wait. Is this something good, or is it more bad news? Is she wanting me to talk to her, or is she wanting me to stop talking to her? Is she wanting me to come over for companionship, or is she going to tell me that she is leaving the state to move back to her parents?
I don't like being scared, and this waiting scares me. At least after the initial head-slap, I know what direction to go. I'm working on a plan to prove myself, but I'm not how much stress I can handle and still keep going.
I will go tonight. She is my siren's call, but unlike Odyessus, I am not brave, though I cannot resist the sound of her angelic voice. And unlike the sirens of old, she is the beauty that would launch a thousand ships and melt the ice of the coldest heart.
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