Sad thing is, hope chest is already filled with things I've kept from my marriage. Even if things don't work out for H. & me, I wouldn't get rid of any of them. They remind me of the loving, good man he used to be, not this selfish, irrational person he's behaving like now.
Just wish I hadn't stumbled across the Valentine. He wrote inside, "I love you! Love always, H" I wish.
Most of us really marry only once. First love endures, even unto our dying day. And we never really divorce.
