Fear, Distance, and Suspicion
There are hurts that come from injury, and then there are hurts that come from the quiet in between words. After the fall, something shifted — not just in my body, but between us. He was there. Physically present. Moving through days beside me. But emotionally… he felt further and further away, like someone slowly fading into fog. At first, I told myself it was stress. Life. Timing. Anything but distance. I tried to stay calm. Logical. Reasonable. But pain has a way of making everything louder. Every silence. Every missed check-in. Every moment where I needed warmth and got coolness instead. I started reaching for reassurance, not because I wanted control — but because I wanted us . I needed to feel secure. Held. Chosen. Loved without conditions or limits or scoreboard. Instead, I felt like I was knocking on a door I used to have a key to. And when the answers didn’t come… my mind went searching for them. Not because I wanted to catch him doing anything. Go...
