It hurts so much to feel like you're just sitting by letting a boat drift out into the ocean with a line sliding right by you and you just watch it go, never grabbing the line to stop it. Oh boy. That is an excellent way to describe how I feel about WAH. He floats further and further away, the tide carrying him out, and it feels like he’s headed for a deserted island, where he and o.w. will live happily eating coconuts.
Most of us really marry only once. First love endures, even unto our dying day. And we never really divorce.
