He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
"I know you love it as much as I do. But I’m tired. You’re tired. We’re worn thin. Somedays I think we’re both just holding on tight to this wild ride we’re on."
"The image of a beat-up kitchen chair flashed through my mind, and hot tears filled my tired eyes. I dropped to my knees with a tidal wave of conviction flooding my heart and an earnest prayer spilling from my lips..."
"I really miss you curled up around me now. It's truly unbearable at night. So I hope you don't mind, but I'm running the air conditioner at full blast in February and I'm setting up my makeshift 'Heating Pad Hubby' on your side of the bed."
"I realized in the midst of my argument with my spouse that I wasn’t so much lashing out at him. I was lashing out at my lack of control. I was lashing out at uncertainty, and I was frustrated that he didn’t respond to that like I did."
"I was faced with the greatest challenge of my writing career - writing and delivering the eulogy of my best friend, the father of my five children and the truest man I've ever known... You know how sometimes you’ll meet a person and think to yourself or even tell everyone around you, 'Oh my gosh, he was the nicest man you could ever want to meet!' Well, That wasn’t my husband."
