It’s been exactly two months since my life was rebooted and it’s still not completely stable. Every day a new challenge appears and I’m facing many of them alone for the first time in my adult life.
At this time on that day, I was racking my brain as to what I could do to show her how far I was willing to go to keep her. I put was wearing the shirt she said was her favorite. I made sure to do an excellent job of shaving. I worked out some time that we could be together without the kids.
These were all desperate last gasps. I should have known she was done with me … but I didn’t. I wasn’t ready to give up.
The following week was a sleepless blur. I was alternately relieved, panicked, elated, destroyed. After a while, I turned here and posted about the hum of life. Today, on the anniversary of the breakup, I took the same picture I did in that post.
I’ve changed nearly as much as the photo.