That’s how it feels. You don’t even know you’re in it until you start sinking and then you don’t dare move for fear of making it worse. You freeze, hoping if you are still enough, you won’t drown in the mess of it all. Mostly you wonder how the hell you ended up sinking in that stinking pool of muck at all — because you never saw it coming.
She felt the first tug of it on her shoes two weeks into things. It was an argument of epic proportions…
