It used to freak Voldemort out – I would “just know” things: One time I hounded him for a week – I knew there was something—but he wouldn’t fess up. He kept saying it was nothing. And then he came home…..with a $4000 horse. Anoher time: he was working the graveyard shift (as a cop) – I bolted out of bed, ran to the phone and told him to “be careful about the bridge. The white bridge right after you come over a small hill.” “Honey, “ (that was back when there was love…), “Honey, there aren’t any bridges or hills out here! It’s just a bad dream. Go back to sleep….” He said it didn’t dawn on him until the drive home….as he crested a small hill, he quickly slammed on the brakes just as he came over the top of the hill…….and found a little white bridge over a small creek (swollen to a raging river) was washed out.
But that should all be over, right? I shouldn’t be “in tune” anymore, right?
Wrong. I’ve had a feeling over the past few weeks – that something bad was going to happen with Voldemort. I actually was afraid that I was going to run into him somewhere/see him/etc.
But there he was – on the front section of the local paper. “Officer involved shooting/fatality.” Looking at the picture – I knew he was involved. I called our daughter and told her to call her dad, and to call his folks (they don’t talk to him nowadays either).
An hour later, Voldemort called.
“Erynn called. Did she see the news?”
“No. I called her because I saw it in the paper.”
“The paper said I was involved?”
“No. I just knew.”
“You still know things? Like before?”
“Yeah. Are you okay?”
He proceeded to give me details – that I really can’t share. I could tell he was still shaken, so I let him talk. But I spent the afternoon freaking because I knew. I don’t want that bond with him. I don’t want to feel connected to him. . I’m glad he’s okay. Even though I’m glad he’s not in my life, I guess I really ain’t ready for him to not be alive.
So, my Rogues -- bear/bare with me. I'm a bit wobbly.