Waiting for Impact
Choosing the appropriate time for my disclosure became an obsession. It had to be impactful and memorable. I observed and waited for indicators that it was the proper time. Every encounter between Alex and Beth, every social media post, was scrutinized for the ideal chance. I knew that the longer I waited, the more drastic the consequences would be. Patience became my buddy as I waited for the opportunity to attack.
Waiting For Impact
Anticipation Builds
As the days went, my excitement rose. I practiced talks in my imagination, imagined their emotions, and relished the prospect of eventually turning the tables. This expectation was mixed—exciting and nerve-racking. It was then that I heard the announcement via one of Beth’s cousins with whom I was still in contact, and I knew it was the right time.
Anticipation Builds
