Several years ago I went to a therapist (the good one, not the strange, odd and flakey ones I needed to speed date first) not because I felt off but to make sure I was as on as I could be.
If we can walk by plants day after day and not know they are dying, it might be the same of ourselves.
This is not a Dear Jane letter.
This is a Dear Jane letter.
Your sister asked me “Do you have 10 minutes?”
She wondered how I could help.
Her heart is breaking for you. Your husband of many years has moved out. He has been having an affair.
My daughter and I Skyped last week. We discussed all areas of life. I knew she had a new love interest. I unconsciously left it on the back burner until then end.
I can’t help it.
It is not that I don’t think this is the ultimate- to have a best friend who you can’t keep your hands off is life’s most gorgeous gift- however it runs against my nature to put it swiftly above all else.
If this sounds like a contradiction, let me explain.