Haunted by my ex-wife.
If we had faced disaster, then would we have stuck together instead of cut apart? We would never know.
I wondered when had “always” changed to “not anymore”.
Then, I had found it funny that I hadn’t noticed. Now, I knew I hadn’t noticed a lot more.
To be able to accept love also meant to be able to be hurt. I didn’t want to hurt her but I didn’t know that I would be hurt by her self-protection.
I knew however far I ran away I would have to run back.
How could I not crush on her? She was funny and she didn’t mind laughing at herself.
I wonder if my wife would’ve kept coming home if I had gone to her at the door like my cat. At my best, I said hello and popped a kiss.
We built a lot of our relationship on biking. I loved following her magnificent hourglass figure but I didn’t realize that the sands of time were beginning to fall on us.
I didn’t want to feel what I was feeling. I wondered, what was I feeling?
Ugly obsession in the city beautiful.
Books I Stopped Reading.
Doubting the Voice of God in an Evangelical Family.
Chris Wiewiora is constantly aware of being compared to ‘the old Chris’—his new girlfriend’s previous boyfriend.
A Personal History of Dress Up
Mmmm….today, February 8th, is International Pizza Day!