And in that that choice—the one to shield him from the vicious storm coming—I realized I wasn’t his wife anymore. I was his caretaker—his advocate and his safe place, his anchor, and hopefully, his home. I still loved him. I’m sure the part of him that was still him loved me. But I wasn’t his wife; that quintessential part of a marriage that was a partnership was gone.
Confessional #25807935 "I now see what folks mean when they say that it says more about the person gossiping than the person gossiped about. I don't gossip anymore."
