Jared and I were divorced, for 24 hours or so, in March. We got back together; I moved across the country for him. The marriage remains deeply, deeply troubled, and I am half expecting it to be over tonight.
Whether that expectation is right or not, I have failed, either way. That can be inferred from the fact that it got to this point.
And it's tearing me apart.
My birthday weekend was spent surrounded by Jared's family, who all were kind and supportive and loving, but I didn't feel like I deserved it, and it was surreal knowing that it can just cease to exist and go away forever if my marriage ends.
I have friends who love me, and I don't feel like I deserve that, either.
I have failed as a husband, and, I believe, as a person.
Question: Do you ever think we'll see sustained attacks from terrorists? Why should I be scared if all you're doing is attacking somewhere - or a few somewhere(s) where I'd likely be - every few years?
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