Truth is, I don't want ANYONE to put words to my hurt; my bitterness; or my anger. I prefer to leave them in the dark closet of my heart. I can feel a BIG, dark tremor rising up from the bottom of my feet, like what animals feel before an earthquake. It is telling me to run. Escape. Get away. But, there is no place to escape to. So, we continue to sit on the stools facing each other in awkward silence.