58. Time for a Change?
“I’d ask you if you disliked me, but I don’t think you’d be truthful,” Tara said. I thought I might. “I don’t like me either,” she added, “but I want to. My husband has early onset Alzheimer’s. It’s shaken us up. He was the kind of guy who’d run you over in a crosswalk, then sue you for getting blood on his Mercedes. Suddenly he’s apologizing to people and giving money to charity. I’m in rehab and Amanda is dating a nice kid her own age. We want to be different people right now because we don’t know what he’ll be like tomorrow. I gotta tell you, being kind doesn’t come easily to me, but I hear the clock ticking.” She started to cry.
Today I will be grateful for changes I don’t have to make in a hurry.
Writing My New Story © 2015 by Ken Montrose
(Just a reminder: Writing My New Story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone you might know is purely coincidental.)