Seventeen years. That's how long I have been his. I like the ring of those years, the sound that number makes in my ears when I say it. I thought it would end at that number. But those little surprises have brought about changes that make me feel something in my heart again that I had covered over - as a way to protect it while things have been so diffcult.
Today was a tough day at work and on my way home, I called and talked, then cried to him. And he was the person he had been before. He soothed my soul and it had been a long time since he'd be willing...or maybe able...to do that. And he showed the tender heart I fell in love with all those years ago. Soon, he'll move back home to be with us. Probationary, as we learn to continue to communicate in a healthy way again, but home. I have missed this man that has shown himself again; the man I've missed for about five years. He'd been disappearing all that time and I was helpless to do anything to pull him back. Now, after this most difficult of times, he's come back on his own. And I am praying he stays - this good man I am seeing again.
