Sometimes I wake up thinking, "What the &$#% happened to my life?" I miss the family vacations, I miss the security of not making all the decisions myself, I miss going to sleep and waking up with my best friend. Or who I thought was my best friend.
But then I remind myself:
And I remember:
Don't get me wrong, I never want to go backwards to the lies that my marriage was based on, but I will never stop hoping that there is a kind, trusting, honest, loving man out there for me. And I will never forget that:
All I know is God didn't need to write me a novel...a haiku would have been just fine!