Be You.

This echoes through my soul.

Because I have spent so long

hearing how good he is

because he stays

and tolerates me.

How that is what marriage is.

Tolerating.

I don't think so.

I wanted to celebrate

the uniqueness of each of us.

And find a way to make them into 

something wonderful together

something that CELEBRATED

each and not one.

Wonder if I'll 

ever understand why

he thought that it would 

make me feel good to tell me

how he was trying to love me.

To tell me that 

has hurt me.

And I wonder when

I will stop crying

about it and just know

that who I am is who and how

I was made to be.

Rough morning.

But, as always,

full of promise.

Of promises.

blessings.