Quick to listen, Slow to speak

[holdingon]

Those positive interactions screw up my whole resolve to think to the future... I know that sounds ridiculous... no, I don't want to "go back." But I do think "why did this happen?" and "how long will I have to deal with this?"

My H was a wonderful husband and father before all of this. He appreciated me and respected me. He held me up on a pedestal... It is so hard to see how far we have fallen, especially how far he has fallen.

I try to tuck this part of my life away... in a closet in my brain. But the door is always popping open, it's like it's a big, huge wad of bread dough, rising up out of the closet, threatening to take over all the time...

Just having one of those mornings...

write I'm in San Antonio.