It was sad, but I took it as laid back as I could. I didn't have much choice if I wanted to leave there with my sanity. They asked me, and I had to admit, it wasn't like I didn't see it coming. It was what I'd call a drawn out demise. Loss of a partner more than a year ago, no "action", no real contact at all. No sense of purpose. In the end, the pain was just too overpowering.
But what a day. Over an hour in that unpleasant office, trying to block out the sounds of people "getting to the root" of it. All I really felt at the end was numb. And to top it off, when I got home and wanted comfort, what did I get instead?
"I don't want to hear about it. "
Was that helpful? He may be squeamish, and there WAS a lot of blood, and I admit I've got thicker skin having been there before, but come on. He can carry a bit of the load. After all, I was the one with the tooth.