Ahh, KAW, my friend. The derailed train is back on its track...just with a few more dings and scratches...
She sent me this in an e-mail this morning: "I know this is rough for you, sweetie. I really wish i could snap my fingers and take it all away and make it all better. You are a saint...you are teaching ME some valuable lessons in life ... i hope you get to a point where you can forgive me again."
My response was: "Yes, it’s very rough and I too wish you could snap your fingers.
I do not feel like a saint. Although I’ve met the challenge of this situation, I feel like I’ve done many things wrong. Ahhh…wisdom is not easily gained, is it?
I have already forgiven you...I told you so, although I suppose you probably question whether I really do. Just know that I do. Okay? As so f**king hard as this is, I know that we’re poised to have so much more than most couples in the world. I ask for your continued patience and help in getting me/us through this, as I will you. It’s going to take a long time, W...it just is...
You still mean the world to me."
We're okay, KAW. I'm tired that the hurt just continues...but I'm thankful that she's in a place where she and I can talk about it.
