she Came home from work. I asked if she was hungry. She said she was. I told her I had a question. She looked tense
Me are you still miserable? Her (she sat down, her shoulders slumped, she looked exhausted,her eyes were already getting wet). Yes, I am. Me do you have any interest in working on things? Her (tears already rolling) I don’t think so Me well we are both hungry. Let’s take S to your sisters house and figure out where we go from here Her Ok
It was my idea to go over the last 10 years. I wanted to hear what she had to say. I wanted her to get it off her chest. I wanted her to know I heard her. Every word. There was zero combativeness between us.
I’m sad. She is sad. But it’s what is best for S
In the words of Fraiser Crane. “Im not mourning the loss of W, I’m mourning the loss of what I thought my life would be”
