All the recent layoffs reminded me of the anxious years I spent as a H4 bride. It was a different time, of course, but the vulnerability to abrupt, unexpected dismissal was the same. TLDR: nostalgia The first
In a mere breath, a moment, a blink of timeYou reduced grand love, passion and truthTo a shuffling of paper, bricks and mortar,Sweaty palms, deceptive lies, and moral character.As though eternity could be chopped up into tiny bitsAnd measured by
I find myself making the same explanations over and over again.
When I first got married, I would joke with my husband that I had observed that arguments between two people are usually limited to five or six actual issues, and those get established early in the relationship. If we could