Last week I never thought I'd be here. I though "Surviving" was going to be my final resting place. My mind and heart were looking forward to a new future, and it did not include W. Our D-Day was Monday.
W looked like she had what she wanted. Away from me and our problems, and happily with OM. I did everything I could, and was as patient as I could be, but W didn't look like she ever looked back and I had nothing left. But then it happened. I still don't know why now, after everything that has happened. She wanted our marriage back.
The alien is gone. The W I knew and loved has woken back up. Today she said "I know I did so many things that hurt you, and I am going to spend the rest of my life convincing you it will never happen again."
So here I am. In "Piecing". The last seven months have given us a chance to start working on the issues that got us here in the first place. A first step of many, but finally in the right direction.
Everyday, like a power station You know it isn't good I know you're burning too much wood Oh, and you burn out The twisted irony is Your ashes come home to me Come home to me
Me45 W35 M6 T8 D16 SD11 D0 Dec 07: Bomb July 08: Busted! Thread
