Tomorrow, it will be Monday morning.
I will sit at my desk, thankful to be there, as everyone comes in to work. Most of them will say hi to me. The one who used to wink at me may even wink at me. And some of them will ask me if I had a good week-end.
I will smile and I will lie. I will say, yes, thank you, I had a good week-end, and how was yours?
I won’t tell them how much I cried. I won’t tell them about my suicidal thoughts. I won’t tell them about the two boxes of cookies I ate. I won’t tell them how furious I got at my husband when he turned off the wireless internet access so my daughter couldn’t use the internet when he wanted all of the internet signal. I won’t tell them how trapped I feel in my situation. I won’t tell them my deepest desires for love and sex and more love. And more sex.
I will lie and tell them I had a good week-end.