Sweet Chica, you are brave to say these things out loud.
So I will too.
I fear he's never once looked back, never once regretted, never had the first doubt. I fear it's all about me, not all about him. I fear he lived 12 1/2 years of hell before he got the nerve to finally say enough. I fear he said what he thought I wanted to hear, not what he ever meant. I fear I can't take care of the farm, the house, the animals, me. I fear I won't be able to afford to retire. I fear I will be the crazy old lady with dogs, not cats.
There's probably more I fear but I'm afraid to think too much about it for fear of what I will uncover.
