the old patterns returned, and we had to confront them again.
I learned that change was not a single emotional conversation. It was a series of choices made when nobody was watching.
I also learned that forgiving someone and remaining married to them were not the same decision.
For a long time, I wasn’t sure what I wanted.
I still cared about Richard. We had shared a lifetime of memories, raised eleven children, survived financial difficulties, celebrated milestones, and buried loved ones.
There was real love in our history.
There
