Not the issue of her taking way too much medication... another issue. An issue of trust and boundries. An issue that was breaking my heart. (If you don't know what I am talking about, ask me.)

I was expecting it to be a big breakthrough, that would lead to dialogue, that would lead to therapy, that would change my life, or at the very least would adjust the tone of my relationship with Monica.

By the time it was time for a serious face-to-face confrontation, Monica had hidden in her shell of pain. That was four days ago...and she hasn't emerged yet. By the time we are able to talk about it, it will be old news, and I will be accused of dwelling in the past.

I guess I got some relief through the initial confrontation, but I'm not ready to let the subject die.

"It's spankin' time."