My eyes began to burn. Tears streamed down my face. And the white-hot rage at the sight of my beautiful home being defaced continued to burn inside my gut. The very meanness of the act astounded me. I’d thought we’d both cool down. We’d talk. He’d say something to mollify the wound I felt and we’d find a way to repair the hurt that had come between us. But that was just a silly innocent’s foolish fantasy, given the swiftness of his decision to board up my house.
Callous. Insensitive. Hurtful. His response to my outrage delivered a damaging blow to our relationship. I worried that it could never be repaired. Worse yet, I wondered in the days that followed if there’d ever been any love real between us at all.
Rudy
It would be a long day of hammering, which wouldn’t stop until the whole
