THIRTEEN

MAY

I was about to make a reservation at the salon. Who was I kidding? I had the opportunity for a really long time since Edmond left but as the minutes ticked by, I realized that even the easiest task on the list seemed impossible to me. It was just color, I told myself. Why was it so difficult to just follow through? Did I hate change? No. Yes. I wasn't sure. All I knew was that my head hurt and there was no way in hell I was going anywhere until the pain went away. A pain I was inflicting myself. I picked up my phone again. There was a nice salon around the corner. It had tons of great ratings so there was really nothing to fear. The woman I would be meeting up with was a professional. Suddenly, my phone rang. I looked at the screen and noticed it came from Edmond. I was still mad at him. The reasonable voice in my head told me it had to be another task. Edmond didn't really care. Not that it hurt but I would prefer that he be honest with me rather than leading me on. But who said