I saw DA. It hurt. It didn’t hurt for the reasons I thought it would.
A friend said (to paraphrase): How does it feel to be right, Cassandra? I know she was referring to predictions I made in August that seem to be true. Predictions I made with the relish of hurt and anger.
Right now, I wish I hadn’t (seemingly) hit things on the nose. I could be wrong, it’s not like DA is confiding in me. But my predictions were affirmed throughout the weekend by my observations, as well as other people’s.
I remember where DA ended up last year. I didn’t understand what was happening; I was too caught up in my own trauma (chronic pain which was requiring daily maintenance.) I could not be supportive of DA and I was getting cruel when saying so.
I see DA on a similar trajectory for this year, except faster and without a safety crew.
I am well aware that DA isn’t my problem and that is by his choice. I understand that I could have completely misread the situation. I could be wrong.
I trust my gut and it says otherwise.
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