Tonight I'm feeling much more calm. I've spent half my day finishing reading a book that my H said was one of his top three favorites, John Fowles' "The Magus." (Of course I'm also reading it because he recommended it to OW#2 who read it and hated it.)
I have found I really kinda love it and not just because the main character ends up going back to his girlfriend and not the flirtation he had on a Greek island. In reading it I've learned so much about my H. I wish he had told me earlier that it was such an important book in his life.
Here's one line I feel is so relevant that I want to share:
"...One wouldn't have more jam, the sweetness of events, until one ate a lot more bread, the dry stodge of time."
I feel like this is what all of us here are forced to endure but I guess I'm going to remain optimistic that we all get our jam in the end.
