Wives With Diaries

And that made all the difference

ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ ♥

Skin pressed against one another, we shared a hammock on the front porch.

We were each other’s guests and good company to the contemplative sun, peeking from behind a brooding storm cloud.

It was hard to tell if the storm was going or coming, much like the question of whose words was it that came in the whisper of "I love you”, or whose heartbeat made us aware that the moment we’d been waiting for was here, after all.

In that stillness, where we swayed, our hearts beating in an artful duet, we knew we could brave any storm.

And the wind, like a silent witness, brushing against our skin, knew it too.

ᴀꜱ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ, I think of how blessed I am to share another season with you. Our journey has weathered its own changes, much like the shifting seasons. And now, as we embrace the colorful tapestry of autumn, I am reminded that every season, with its ups and downs, brings us closer together.

ＧＲＩΞＶＩＮＧ is an appropriate response to divorce. Allow yourself to grieve.

“ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ…”

Go back to that dream of yours. Resurrect it. Breathe life into it as if it were a dormant ember waiting to blaze anew. Forgive yourself for those moments when you let it slip through your grasp. Life has its twists and turns, but that dream, it's still there, patiently waiting for you. Embrace it with open arms, like reuniting with an old friend. Nurture it with dedication and determination. Believe in its potential as fiercely as you once did. Remember, dreams are resilient; they thrive when we give them the attention they deserve.