A simple, yet grateful tribute to an ex-husband
My ex-husband died tonight.
I’ve written that into scripts and scenes and backstories and 1.4 million entries of my journals.
But then it really happens. And luckily, God wrote this script. Because, over the 22 years I’ve known my ex, it hasn’t been easy. It was often fun. I laughed and cried and laughed some more. I got cancer. I attended a lot of Al-anon meetings. I wished his death on at least one major occasion, and luckily God knew me better than that weakness of character and said No.
I loved this man. …continued on the original blogpost…