Weary

We are not to look at love as bank withdraws or deposits. We shouldn’t keep tabs of weights carried, but marriage is not supposed to be this heavy.

How cliché

I have carried you through years. They say bitterness causes cancer.

Probably.

We joke we are too stubborn to cry defeat.

I am the stronger one. I know. I carried you through the addictions, through the madness. I’ve tolerated Sophia, your cross-dressing twin. I have somehow made it through the swinger phase.

I do not complain about the vacations ruined. I am to blame for believing in mirages.

But I am out of strength. And I am too tired for divorce.

Challenge

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Practicing Generous Listening on the Way Home from our Marriage Workshop Where We Learned Every Argument is a Provision- 1st Visit to Maryla

Clinging, clanging, ringing,

Drumming, humming, banging. Someone’s coughing.

A demon humming.

A demon screeching.

Eeching

ing ing ing. Reeking, eeking, ING ING ING.

BLING ING ING.

Cling, NASHING, GRINDING, DING