And only time will reveal this to me. When I ponder being sick or caring for him on his death bed, it's not as sparkly. But I'd have done that for h without a second thought.
THIS stopped me dead in my tracks! I'm so glad you articulated this so well.
As I begin to even FEEL my thoughts wander into the "what would it be like" to even be touched by another man, MUCH less be intimate, MUCH, MUCH LESS care for him on his sickbed, I just want to weep or throw up. (Neither of which would be very productive in a new relationship, of that I'm fairly certain.)
So much for being "ready" to venture out. I see why they say wait a year. I think it will take me much longer.
M-60 H-51 M-14 years BD 12/26/16 S 1/1/17
"First the pain, then the rising." Glennon Doyle Melton
