I was thinking this morning, lying in bed just before sun-up... all snuggled under my covers. The loneliness of my current condition swamped me. That's the only word I can think of for it, like a bucket of grief poured over me.
My favorite times, happiest times, most meaningful times of my marriage were spent in bed on mornings like this. Pressed up close to each other, breathing together, sharing space. Physical intimacy was the only conversation that I enjoyed with my husband and we did an awful lot of conversing in that manner.
Sometimes I feel so broken
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