There has been another transition, precipitated by something I would not really characterize as a "fight" but it was definitely an emotional situation that contained some disagreement. Or rather, perhaps, different perspectives on the same thing. In any case, this experience has somehow busted open the shell and left me abruptly defenseless and soft. And left me wondering how I will ever recover when this inevitably doesn't work anymore. My blue front door will always, always open into that memory.
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