He didn’t tell her.
He kept it to himself.
For his own reasons, yes of course.
He stayed quiet and let life continue as is, as was.
He kept it familiar.
Why did you not tell me?
When was the call?
Where were you? Where was I?
What happened then?
The news is startling and exciting, both crashing into each other.
Joy is trumped by surprise.
He’s surprised by her reaction. He doesn’t like it.
He was expecting something else.
You kept a secret.
She feels excluded.
She feels like “other”.
She observes how ego is trying to take over and tries to pull from the magnet.
The mess of emotions unfolding.
She attempts to pick up the pieces with shaking hands.
He did this without her.
Such awful timing.
The last 2 weeks have been all about secrecy.
You didn’t tell me.
His news is met with frowned eyebrows, tense pauses and well, confusion.
She repeats, “I’m happy for you, truly”, like an answering machine.
He looks away not pleased.
She looks away deep in thought.
She wishes he would celebrate with someone who feels joy for him.
Go out, hang with a friend, please. Leave me alone.
It’s a good thing!
So many blessings to follow!
Yes, in time.