I glance at the face looking back at me.
“We need to talk. About boundaries. About what you think you own with me. Because it seems to me that you think my time is yours, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.”
“Look, I know I said we would work on this together, and work hard at it. But I think you have misunderstood that this offer of mine is in addition to everything else I have going on. Not instead of.”
The man looks back at me, silent.
“You simply can’t make these kinds of demands so relentlessly. At night. During the day. While I am at work. While I am on the phone. While I am busy with other stuff. I also need some me-time, you know?
Please don’t look at me like that.”
Those eyes. He just stares into my soul. Silent. Angry. Demanding.
“Look, I just…I can’t. You’re breaking me! Please! Just back off! I can’t do everything you want – it’s too much! PLEASE JUST BACK OFF!”
I don’t care that he sees me so riled. I’ve had enough. He says nothing. He is so cold. So demanding. Behind me, I hear the door open. Shit. I better compose myself.
I pull the sheet over the mirror I have been staring into, and turn to face the doctor.
“Hello, Doctor. Do you have good news for me? When can I get out of here?”
© Dave Luis 2015. All Rights Reserved.
This is the third installment in a tandem blogging exercise with Megan Furniss and Brett Anderson. Click on the links to read their take on Boundaries: