New Roots
The theme of this blog is about books, but it is also about growth. I thought my first post would be about the former and not the latter, but life works differently than planned sometimes. Dinner was a little bit different tonight. Not the food, but the company. Sitting at the dining room table was my husband of 20 years, J, and his girlfriend, N. The conversation is easy going and she and I are both laughing at something J does that drives us crazy. Oddly enough, she and I consider each other friends and we have bonded in a weird way over this whole process. Accepting what never was is so freeing. I don’t think I have been this happy in many years. Even J can see the change in me. J and I never really fit together. We grew to love each other, but not in the way anyone would consider the kind of love to make a marriage last. I am proud to say that we made it almost 20 years and it ended on a positive note. I lie here in the bed we shared thinking about all of the things we d...