It is solved by walking, or so they say.
Storm out the door and go for a nice brisk march down the street.
Ignore the inflammatory text messages which cause the mobile phone to buzz like a nest of angry wasps.
Try to let the cool breeze clear the fog of war from the mind, to wash away the rage leaving the mind calm, allowing reason’s gentle whisper to be heard amidst the clamour. That tiny voice, the one that gets ignored most of the time.
The one that tries to tell me what I already know, despite the excuses I make to myself.
I know that I’m unhappy. I know that this can’t continue.
I need to leave her.
Can’t live this way
I can’t stay here
Must say goodbye