I felt like there was no other single soul on this planet who gave me five minutes of their day. That is a bad place to be, because one becomes completely vulnerable and blind when they are in that spot.
I did not choose a wimpy life–I chose one to serve and to love.
Social media is NOT a psychiatrist, marriage counselor, attorney, or self-help group.
I made peace that he was a flawed individual, and he loved the best he could.
Despite the hearing and language barrier, love speaks loudly.
Who do I think I am that I cannot forgive myself?