When my son was a baby in 2006/2007 he had a lot of trouble sleeping. Only certain music would help him settle down, like The Eagles “Hell Freezes Over” 61 more words
It breaks my heart to know deep down that this is exactly where we are heading. Except that I will get to the point of not caring to hate. It's like a balancing act: love and hate are just two sides of the same coin; on the other side there is only indifference. The love is gone, leaving space to mixed feelings which are starting to find a defined place in my heart, in my mind, in my past. The hate will go too. I can't hate someone who will most likely never have the courage to look inside himself and realise that - maybe - when his wife clearly said she couldn't feel a connection any more it was meant to be a step towards redefining the relationship, not a ticket to check out and jump onto the first convenient train that happened to pass by. It was, and is, all about him.
I will always see the love that once was in my three girls. And that is enough for me to keep on smiling inside. Despite the overflowing sadness which is taking over the anger right now.