Wondering is because I’m here with him still does that show a love worth anything, or is it me making my everything or is it both.
I am learning to heal, learning to take care of myself. Drink more water, relax.. enjoy the few breath’s I have here on Earth painting my house.
Making a room for myself.
Focusing on my goals, making him breakfast, doing our family thing..
Hugging him, asking about his day, praying for him even when I know countless times I prayed for him to die as well?
Does that show love?
Us working on different ideas to pay down our debt.
Sometimes is it a defeatist attitude to say I’ve made my bed now just make the most of it?
Is that all I could do just the same if we parted ways.
I saw on FB a 92yr old singing to his dying wife it was too sweet. I still believe in that. I wrote to Charles in an email I didn’t send that I still believe in couples who are committed to each other and believe in hard work, where love isn’t questioned but felt abundantly
Sometimes I wonder if I just like chasing pipe dreams..
Just things I’m thinking about today..