I thought it would be bliss, I never thought about anything falling apart. He was my heart, my forever.
I was so excited every time he walked through the door
I remember his sent, his laugh, his whistle... It sounded like happiness.
The way he embraced me
Made me feel like the only woman in the world.
I just knew he would never hurt me. Did he make me feel safe? Safe was an understatement.
As the years dragged on,
Disagreements arose, issues I thought would be important to him because they were important to me, left him cold. Aloof to me.
His temper grew with each year, it seemed to bring the house down.
The children and I never knew how to walk on those egg shells.
Making too much noise, saying the wrong thing, doing the wrong thing.
Uncomfortability became our life,
Wine became my best friend.
Singing was an outlet I cherished, I would never blow up as long as I could sing.
The separation was the longest and hardest suicide.
The divorce finished me.
