I am blinder than a bat. I am nothing if not thorough in my search for an accurate analogy.
I thought about those deeply spiritual moments I had had in life and how special they were to me.
I have days when I feel like I don't want to do this anymore, but then I go through old pictures and letters and to remind myself that we had it figured out once, and we can figure it out again.
Once beauty 5 years later after helping him with his two kids and putting them first as well as my own I am now burning in sadness and anxiety.
What am I getting myself into. This woman is a human being, not a caricature of a TBM.