For years, my DH was my world. He is not anymore. There is a small part to the side for him when he is ready to come home. I had to move him over, as the hole in my life was consuming me. Now, it is a small hole that God can help me around when things seem too hard to bear. When DH is ready to refill his place, I will allow him more room in my life. For now, though, this is what it is. It does not mean that I am not here for him, that I cannot try to show him, through my actions and love, that there is a different, better choice than the one he is following now.
