My husband knew that he was gay. For that, he didn’t have to ruin my life. He didn’t have to marry me.
A comforting text will never beat a hug. An emoji can’t replace hearing someone’s laughter.
He knew I was a different person now. I knew it too. He kneeled next to me and kissed my hand. I knew his heart was aching and he was mourning the loss of our future too.
I’m twelve and the black-haired boy sitting next to me is telling bad jokes. He turns to me with a huge grin. “What is the difference between a Jew and a pizza?” I say nothing.
Whatever you are being called to release in your life right now, I hope you find the strength to let go with grace, secure in the knowledge that what is coming is greater than anything you have left behind.
But losing my Dad has also taught me how to be strong alone. It has taught me how to warm myself on a cold lonely Christmas’ Eve and my birthday.
Go slow with love, don’t rush it.
Thank you for giving me the best piece of you that you could have ever possibly given me.
You are worth fighting for, and the right person will continue to fight for you every single day.
The thought of loving someone so much, of being so captivated by someone, only to have them ripped from you will take it’s toll on your heart and mind.