Writing Workshop at Lisbon Congress

Her life changed. In addition to the bills, she began caring for a husband who was increasingly silent, more distant, more confused. Sometimes he returned briefly, still offering words of love. The nights stretched long, filled with the grief of repeated memories and childhood scenes weighed down by loss.

Inês Ataíde Gomes, Sociedade Portuguesa de Psicanálise At first, I thought it was all a misunderstanding. Did you say it or not? Did I say it or not?

Did I do it? Did you? Did I hear correctly? Did I make myself clear? But when was it? Why? It couldn't have happened that day! On no day. I didn't see it coming! Did you? Did you try to tell me? Which day did I not listen to you? Was it the day my body didn't want yours? Was it the day you cooked dinner and I didn't eat? Did you fall in love? Did I fall out of love? When did we stop laughing? Did we? Really? Was it the day realized we couldn't conceive? Was a child missing? Was that it?

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