that pain is viscious and there are times that i look back and i can't even remember it not because it didn't matter but because my mind is protecting me from the memories
there were many days when i drifted in and out of whatever simply because i had to and nothing really latched on anywhere
i am very grateful that i had wonderful friends and family who helped with my kids, reminded me to take showers, bought movies and popcorn and who would answer the phone at 3am and know it was me even if all i could get out was a cry
we were (some still are) the walking wounded
i do not regret loving deeply i love deeply again and it is recirpocated and cyclical
