Monday, I return to court for the final act. Well, at least I intend it to be the final act.
divorce
22: A Love Letter to Betrayers – Discomfort (Part 2)
Apparently, among other things, lying, cheating, and carrying secrets feels like food poisoning.
31: Swimming Beyond the Breakers
I had hoped someone would love me enough to see me while knowing my struggles were never about them. My hope contained both a selfish expectation and deep longing.
04: Regrets
No matter how beautiful, the cut flower eventually wilts.
61: Being Incognito: Thoughts on Grief, Loss, and Children
I pretend things didn’t happen that did. I confuse resiliency with the appearance of strength and cover with bravado. I pretend the losses don’t hurt.