Its time

I feel as though I'm going to throw up. I'm nervous, and shakey and my stomach is in knotts. This is the side that very few people see, this is the real me.

A lil under a year ago a good friend of mine got a job at my company, and because of the long commute she ended up moving into my spare bedroom. Over the last 10 months our relationship has deteriorated and I'm left feeling confused and helpless. And now the time has come for me to tell her she needs to move.

I feel as though I can't breathe...I hate confrontation. Even when I know its the right thing to do...I still dread that moment; that moment of anger, of recollection...the moment of complete truth, its all there in its own way.

I can't go on with the way things are though...the unspoken realization that things are different. A home full of weary glances, moods, tension and stress. It never really goes away, just festers, grows...intensifies.
And now the time is here.

The fuse has been lit for awhile now...is it going to blow out or just explode?