Night
of the Demons
It
was thirty-some years ago
when
the kids were still little.
Hubby
was having mental health issues
with
bipolar disorder.
Over
the previous months,
he
had had manic episodes.
I
felt widowed and re-widowed
as
his normal thinking came and went.
That
night, we woke up about 3 AM,
him
with his weird energy
and
me feeling like the world was out of alignment.
We
didn’t know why we were awake,
or
what to say or how to pray.
We
just chattered nervously.
Then
the phone rang.
It
was someone making a collect call
asking
if we’d accept the charges.
We
didn’t know who it was.
I
declined.
It
added to the weirdness.
I
don’t know when we finally slept.
But
we woke up with Hubby calm
and
me feeling like the world
was
still spinning on its axis.
But
I often wonder what was going
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