It wasn’t the first time he’d put words in my mouth. Nor the first time he’d jumped to conclusions.
But it was the first time I’d admitted to myself that it wasn’t good enough.
That he could subtly convince by suggestion. To appear to have opened a conversation but have truly only opened his own fears and terrors, and looked to me for confirmation.
And I said “No. No, that’s not the way I feel about that.”
His eyebrows shot high and he sat up.
To my horror I goldfished my reply; gesticulating while my mouth worked and worried over silent words.
That’s when I lost him and found me.
The best speech I’ve ever given.