An Hour of Mourning
My heart is heavy today. I am sad.
I don't want to have a whole day of mourning, so I've decided I'm going to have an hour of mourning.
I'm typing and crying and getting it out.
I miss my husband as he was 8 years ago. The man who looked me in the eyes and, without blinking, told me he needed to have my phone number. Who swore my smile lit up the room. Who teased me and tickled me and read to me on long trips in the car. The man who would kiss me for hours, knew all my stories, saw me at my worst and loved me anyway.
That man - he left a long time ago.
But, I didn't admit that to myself for quite awhile. I kept believing that Peter would be coming back.
He won't be.
Man, breaking up is hard to do - no doubt about it.
I know that I'm doing the right thing for me in the long run. I know that divorce is what I want, and I know that I don't want Peter as he is. But I am sad.
Thanks for listening.
-TC