Instead of reveling in the warmth of my husband's unending love for me, I am trying to understand how it vanished without a trace.
I am trying to comprehend the unthinkable.
One day, some day, I will be thankful for the friends who tell me I'm worth more.
One day, some day, I'll appreciate all they did to help me emerge from my pity parties.
Bur right now, I am angry they don't have the perfect words to give me back the man I thought I knew.
One day, some day, I will feel like myself again.
One day, some day, I won't be a trauma victim.
But right now, is not that day.
How do we move on?
"One foot after the other.
One small step after another."