There are times I wonder how I ended up with this life. Those times can last days, weeks or even months.
Then there are moments that I am reminded why I made the choices I did. While they last considerably shorter than those bad times, they make a much bigger impact. A few minutes of heartfelt, honest conversation heal my soul. A brief moment of tenderness restores my belief. Blue eyes filled with love and emotion make my heart skip a beat.
The man I love is in there. And those moments when I see him shining through are precious if few.
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I have moments like that, very introspective.
My moments are more filled with how I got here, though, and how amazed I am that my life has taken this path that I DID NOT PLAN.
It makes me smile, a little, and cry a little, too.
This is life.
Weird, huh?
I really wish we could have a dialogue about this. You express feelings I had when my husband of 19 years got lost in bi-polar mental illness. Things changed. Things got ugly. I spent years and year trying to find the person I was certain was still there, only to discover he was not.
I feel your pain here.
I wish I could help you.
Hang in there. You have more hope than some...Your blog is wonderful, you are a great writer and though you are "co-existing" right now I also can tell you are getting stronger...maybe someday more of us will join you...
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