Unlike the weather, you can change the conditions in your marriage. You can decide to have a relationship that’s sunny and clear.
Your wound is the entry point of the loss. It is agonizingly long in the beginning and then, before you know it, twenty-seven years have passed.
Four years ago, I spent a very rainy Friday afternoon in a temple sitting with other mourners as I listened to a rabbi say beautiful things about a friend I knew…
My partner is amazing. He’s a great human. A wonderful father, an amazing provider, and a good person. But he’s also emotionally unavailable.
I remembered that Isla’s still three years old. And so, I met her where she was. “Listen to me anyway,” I said. “Because I’m your mother.”