CAN you imagine how dreary it is to wake up in the morning to find the house empty? I have never been alone in the house at night but last weekend, I was, for two nights.
I thought he would never come home anymore and I was ready to give up the war and just let him be where he would be happier. But something was telling me to fight on.
So I came to his office to ask him these decisive questions: Is this worth holding on? Are you worth holding on? Do I still have a reason to hold on? He did not answer. He just went home with me.
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I want to think that I am healing. The signs are apparent. Good sleep; calm disposition; focus on work; revived interests; open talk; forgiveness. But I am praying so hard: “God, please, don’t drop anymore bombshells.”