Excerpt from the new post at Single Mom at Work:
“I don’t understand how massive numbers of human beings manage to find partners, how people make the decision simply and powerfully to choose, to stay. To choose to stay. How does this work? In this no-longer-new dreamworld, I can’t fathom it.
It’s not a question of not being hopeful enough, of living in the past by choice. I resent that narrative the most. For me, this is simply a question of what the heart knows to be true—or to be truer, perhaps, when it comes to authentic connection. We don’t have to call it love. Call it what you want, but there is no undoing this sort of knowing. In my case, this is a knot that was broken, torn, not untied. That’s what this heart says, and there’s no one left to argue the case. Why wouldn’t my heart assume it had gotten the last word?”
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Beautiful and poignant and sad. I send love, honey.
Sending much love too xxx
I hear your sorrow, I feel your pain, as I have the same broken and torn, yet untied knot as you. Here’s to happier times that will surely come. Cheers.
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