\”Every morning I wake up, I feel differently about you,\” I started. \”I don\’t know what to think—this is a great idea and sometimes it isn\’t.\”
During our entire time at the Grove, I was feeling oddly disconnected. I didn\’t know what was going on—we were not connecting. I couldn\’t see eye to eye with him—he criticized perhaps a reaction to my tasting menu love, the sight vs. sound choice. It didn\’t feel right.
And in all, I was not happy. I checked myself—I didn\’t like my physical sensation. I was tense and worried. It didn\’t feel right. I sensed this all the time…many times with him. It was like I was walking through a field with so many brambles, having it caught on me. I was unhappy and so unhappy.
And so I let it spill out.