Do you ever wonder if you are denying yourself a more fulfilling life with someone else waiting for H to come around?
I know - them words be treachery. But sometimes I'm already wondering if I am going to find myself a year down the road (that is if H doesn't push the D) still waiting for him to decide that he can love a woman again. What if he can't ever change enough to come home? I keep thinking I love this man more than I can believe, but maybe that's not gonna cut it...
And now I have to quit this line of thinking or I'm going to cry.
