Sep 15, 2005 17:35
Practicing (and viola in general) this week has gone to crap. Work is stressful as all hell. I'm getting tired of being a taxi for 15 year olds. And family life? Ha. More turbulent than it's ever been before. Things are on the edge, just ready to snap.
She cracked this morning. The look on her face was one of the scariest things I have ever laid eyes on. So full of fear it made me cry. The tears were small and hidden. I'm glad she didn't see them.
She blew up at her best friend of ten years, and locked herself in the bathroom. A grown woman, hiding in the bathroom, saying "go away. Leave me alone. I just don't want to do this anymore." Her friend didn't understand. How could she? All she could do was stand there and wait for the anger to subside. She had hidden her tears, too. Silence flooded the room for what seemed like an eternity; my mouth in a silent "o," and everyone's silent tears running down their faces.
After a few minutes, they made up with each other. It was all smiles and fake laughs, the "oh it's going to be ok" attitude some women take when they know everything is just going all to hell and there's nothing they can really do about it.