Promise

Have you ever placed a pot of water on the stove and turned it up to the highest setting? A first, the bubbles appear at the bottom. Then, one by one, they begin to roll to the surface. But you leave the pot on the stove for just a little too long, and eventually… Those bubbles get out of control, and it boils over the edge, spilling onto the surrounding areas.

That’s how I feel right now.

I’ve allowed the anger to simmer for years, and I thought I had a handle on it. I thought I could control it. Maybe even ignore it and it would just remain simmering forever.

But as my head lays against the bag and tears stream down my face…. I realize how foolish I’ve been. Anger doesn’t work like that. Pain doesn’t either. Eventually, the build up will boil over, and you’re left with the intense drained feeling that I’m experiencing right now.

“How do you feel?” James’ voice breaks me from my thoughts.

“I’m not sure how to describe it,” I answer honestly. A part of me feels relieved that my pain h