I surprised myself last night.
While laying in bed next to my four year old, listening to her sleep, i thought about how much i love my life.
It's been six months since i have felt this. Before then, i said it almost daily, in spite of my marriage being devoid of caring, i felt all other areas of my life- my children, my job, my friends- were more than i could even want.
This was helped this week by making a breakthrough, removing A from the pedestal. It came to me that if she could welcome two men into our bed within months of the disintegration of our marriage that she never knew what she was saying to me when she told me she loved me.
Freed of that illusion, content filled me, and it was okay to have my heart open again.
All of this fortune amidst the soft breaths of a sleeping child.
