Aurelia couldn’t kick a lot of things. Not her cold, not her guilt, not her irritation, and not her own ass. Most of all, she couldn’t kick the road-kill that kept putting its stink on her love-life. She felt like speed-bump of subtlety immediately followed by a pot-hole of disaster.
She should clarify the traffic signs; yellow light means to "proceed with caution," not speed up. She keep hitting road-blocks, and couldn’t help but feel that she was the fender-bender on the side that caused the distraction that lead to a crescendo multi-car pile-up.
More simply put, she hated the morning after an argument.
She was so tired; ready to fall asleep but still on the phone. All that resonated the next morning was the tension from his voice, so strong, laden with surmounting effort to not sound angry at something. Her memory stood simply, staring with anxiety at my phone while she instead humored a solitaire addiction.
He doesn't get himself.
And she had no idea how to express herself.
I want to end it, not because I don't love him, but to cut the kite-string and let him go free so that he can move forward; so that I can catch up. I've taken a fall that leaves me so far behind.
She knew who she was, and that it was no longer a part of her. "Becoming" as a recreation of self, was coming up anew and the present didn't align with their relationship. She couldn't understand his psychological-hell and he didn't get hers. He could hardly admit to himself that the current Aurelia, the one who had grown and changed, was Aurelia NOW.
He was so convinced that she remained the person of their first six months together that he denied her reality, the result of so many changes that fell along their road. The Aurelia of the last three years hardly occurred to him as the reality of her being.
She was so resentful, and jealous of this Aurelia he missed and loved so much. When he invited her on his adventures, she was unable to go. When she felt that she needed something solely for herself, he would feel betrayed, and get jealous when she didn't invite him.
How could he go out on his own so easily without thinking of staying behind with her! She knew she was being impossible, because really, stay behind to do what? She had become boring, sitting on the sidelines while he explored things she couldn't be part of anymore.
And she knew he was unhappy. If he wasn't ACTIVE and participating, he wasn't happy. And she wanted him to be happy; though it was likely he wasn't, she knew she wasn’t. She loved him to the ends of the world but was definitely not happy.
She hadn't been for a while.