We are living in strange times.

[Mach1]

{{{Mach1}}}

You have reminded me of the numerous conversations i've had with my one of my dearest friends. her husband passed from cancer at age 44, she was barely 48. We talked at length about our grief, comparing, contrasting, deeply exploring the similarities and the differences.


Is it worse to know the person you loved more than anything chose to leave you, deliberately creating as much hurt as possible?

Is it worse to know the person you loved more than anything was taken?

I don't think that either is worse. They are just different....

Her position was that my exh was still alive, and as long as he was breathing, there could always be hope.

I agree completely...

I understand her point, but there really isn't hope when you've been so badly hurt that even now, years later, some days thinking about the deliberateness of the cruelty takes my breath away.

My point was that she will always know that her husband loved her as much as she loved him and never left by choice, with extreme prejudice, calling their kids collateral damage on the way out the door.

Hope belongs to you...

You either choose it or you don't..

Best part, is that it's your choice....where as, she didn't get to make that choice...

our conclusion was that it absolutely $ucked, regardless of which sitch one had. Yet you've had both, so your experience and comparison is first-hand.

Ayep...

I'm sorry that you went through what we all faced which brought us here, only to find your person and have her whipped away too soon.

xo

Here's the thing for me at least....

I wouldn't trade one minute of everything that I went through in my past for anything different...

The path through Divorce led me to me, and eventually led me to K....

We had a good life that we built together....

And even though I lost her, she chose me, and chose to love me...as I chose to love her...

Even knowing how it will end, I would live every moment of our time together all over again....

I have a good life still, and I am learning to embrace that.

She made me promise her that I would get through this, whatever it looked like, I would survive and thrive once again....

She made me promise her that I would be happy, whatever that looked like....