I have a heavy heart this evening.
I've been living back in Wisconsin coming up on three months now, and nothing much has changed since I left over 20 years ago. It is the same Green Bay, the same unnecessary judgments, the same stares, the same inevitably angry people, the same construct of ignorance, the same sameness. They are Exactly The Same, although I have grown and thrived and had remarkably different life experiences while I was away.
Tonight, I had an extremely upsetting argument with my best friend of 40 years. 40 years. We have known each other since kindergarten, me and Celine. We have never been mirrors of each other but, instead, fit together like pieces of a puzzle: where she was lacking, I would fill in the blanks. Where I was negligent, she would inform. Our life outlooks have always been somewhat opposite, but Celine and I made up for it by completing each others' sentences and making each other roar with laughter.
There was a shift in this dynamic tonight, and not in the good way.