The question came back in therapy last night, “am I grieving the man or am I grieving the marriage?”
Saturday, April 26, 2025
If only he were a different man
As I sit on this stone bench, grounded to the Earth, amongst the song of countless birds, and next to the pitcher plants (a favorite of my ex-husband) at my local garden, I’m reminded of the many times I told myself over the past year, “We could have made this work if only….” The reality is that there is only one way I can truly finish that sentence - “if only he were a different man.”
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