Continued from here
My Spouse pushed a huge binder of paperwork in my direction.
-"This is all I couldn't deal with alone."
Unpaid bills, reminders from banks and suppliers, exacerbated mails from customers.
-"You screwed-up big time!" she added.
She was right. That pile was the death sentence of my business, our business, our social success, all.
-"Shoot me. I deserve it !"
-"Such an idiot you are..." How could she smile despite the unravelling disaster?
Yes, she inquired here and there. Learned the consequences of a burnout. And was wise to let the crisis fade away. Then sat one evening and silently cried for help.
Suddenly she kind of knew. Just knew that I can't be what I'm not destined to be. There's no way to toss the Sissy out of me.
And made the promise to be more present in my Sissy life than she has ever been. If only something, somehow had the power to reset the clocks and bring back my senses.
Reality check. Her wish has been granted.
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