I wasn't able to sleep, at all. Not a wink, not a sliver of dream felt.

I keep replaying all those other times this has happened before. And how I went about rectifying the situation. Only to face it again, some other time. You always approach this with such finality. But I manage to change your resolve every time. I thwart your attempts. But I suffer them again.

I am not patient, nor kind. But this situation has a way of developing a version of it in me. If it were any other person, I would not have endured. I would not have persevered. I would not have fought as hard. But it isn't just anyone I am fighting for. I have found myself patient, resilient, and in a way quiet.

This will pass, eventually. This is just minor turbulence. Something we need to go through. Is this a checkpoint of some sort, where we are faced with two options? Is there a right way to go about this so we can pass the inspection? Is it supposed to happen this way? The frequency with which this situation is inflicted upon us is hard to ignore. We clearly have things to work out; things we need to talk about; things we have to resolve.

At this point, I have nothing left to say or do.
All I can do is wait it out. And hope.