I've been meaning to post this sooner, but it seems every time I try to put it into words it just doesn't come out like I want it to. Then something happens and I'm struck with the same thought and I tell myself, this time, this time it needs to be posted.
Someone asked me how I was doing and to be honest I was feeling morose. She asked what I needed to lift my spirits...a girls night out, a movie date, some amazing food. If only those things could help lift this cloud that has settled on my heart, I would have gladly taken her up on her offer. But all I could say was, "I want my husband."
You see, sometimes it's as simple and difficult as that. She looked at me and said, "I know."
I want...no I take that back...I need my husband right now. I need him to hold me and tell me everything is going to be ok. I needed him when I found out this week that my neighbor died in a freak airplane accident and when I accidentally tore my finger apart with a hand held blender. I needed him after going to a friend's wedding shower to celebrate our love.
Instead I'm left with sadness; sadness over a death, sadness of the end of my marriage, and let's not forget sadness over my mangled finger...
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