The Lessons We Can’t Unlearn
When my husband leaves my eyesight, my breath catches. It catches from a year of sitting and waiting and wondering. It catches because once we were speaking and a commotion broke out in the background and he yelled, “I have to go” before the line went dead. It catches because I sat and waiting for three days before hearing that he was ok. There are things that you can’t undo in your life. There are lessons you can’t unlearn and habits you can’t break no matter how hard you try. My habit, my lesson, is that he is never guaranteed to be safe, no matter where he is. And I can never be sure he is alive, unless I am physically talking to him or able to see him. And so I sit at home, my breath stuck in my chest, until he returns again. He admits that he doesn’t Continue reading The Lessons We Can’t Unlearn