"You can hold your breath,
but you cannot pretend you don't breathe."
Even as he speeds back to me I can feel myself clawing towards the surface. Mouth gaping in a silent scream. Chest burning, ready to explode with my need for air. The harder I push the father away it seems. He's been gone for weeks now...the Father, my partner, my Love, my air... and I've been holding my breath. Blah, blah, blah...I can function without him here, yes. But it's not natural. You can hold your breath. I can hold my breath. It is my choice. My ability. Yes.
I'm better at it than I used to be. That's how it is with learning to hold your breath. The more you practice, the better you get at it. The longer you can go without air. So yes. I can go longer these days. I'm better at it. But it keeps getting harder too.
Because now it's not just me. It's me and three little girls. And the part time job. And the house guests. And the old black dog. And the new puppy...what was I thinking? Oh that's right, I wasn't thinking...thinking is a non-essential function when you're just trying to make your breath last longer. I've learned that if I stop doing all sorts of things...like cooking, and reading, and shopping, and blogging... while I hold my breath, I can go longer before I start clawing towards the surface.
So that's where I've been. Here, yes. But here holding my breath. Hold. Hold. Hold.
To be continued...here.