Forced Conversations
The dinner continued, each dialogue attempt seeming more and more forced. ‘How’s college treating you, Alex?
‘ Mark tried, but Alex’s answers were curt, dismissive. I forced a smile while my mind grappled with ways to navigate this minefield of unresolved issues.
Despite my efforts, it felt like we were all actors in a play, merely reciting lines with no genuine connection, while the real script—our unresolved issues—hovered unspoken between us.