One time too many. I said something. She misunderstood.
Or maybe, I misunderstood. Said it wrong. Used the wrong tone.
One time too many.
Maybe we should just not talk.
That's what she said.
Fine.
That's what I said.
I've been trying to stop myself. I keep forgetting.
Three decades. And it's come to this. Finally.
The same argument, so many times.
Recently, it's changed. It's different.
Now there's a note. A small sticker on my computer.
A small note. At the top of the screen.
Shut Up!
To remind me. To make me remember.
It's so quiet now.
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