till death do us part
My husband is a recovering crack addict, 9 months clean. He was getting better, I was getting worse. The more solid he seemed, the less I trusted anything about him. He says that I have a post-traumatic type anger. We went to a therapist but I walked out in anger, too hard to discuss something so personal, face to face with a stranger. I made a decision yesterday. Happiness is a choice, not a condition. I took a vow, made a promise and i mean to stick to it. This has been the MOST difficult time of my life but it WILL pass. If the love is there, the trust will come back in time. I would love to hear from someone who stuck it out and has no regrets.
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The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth
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