I just deleted a long post I wrote because it just seemed too personal even though that is something I don't usually shy away from.
Well, actually I struggle between what is too much and what is not enough more often than you'd think. Life is funny. We are every one of us human beings and as such, are fucked up in small ways and in big ways and we try so hard to protect ourselves from judgement, from revealing too much even as we have an innate desire to share and reveal.
I will just say this- on the eve of my thirty-fourth wedding anniversary I am giving a great deal of thought to how steadfastly my husband has stood beside me, a vastly imperfect woman who came to him with huge and sometimes seemingly insurmountable problems which arose from things which had happened that he had absolutely no responsibility for.
And yet, he took me on, he took them on with his whole huge heart and his whole huge desire to make things right.
And I love him so much that I can't begin to describe it.
That's all for now.