Memory Cloth — Thinking Differently
My first husband fell in love with Cindi. It took me a long time to figure it out. He started spending one day a week with her- to help her little girl. It increased bit by bit until he was staying only one day a week with me. Then I left.
My second husband has a good friend. At first he would see her for an evening, then it was all day. They started writing a book together and needed weekends to work on it. That turned into long weekends, then a whole week. They wrote some grants that would give them a month to work on their next book. Then another for a year. I was ready to leave him too. But what looked like a repeat of the same pattern - wasn't.
I needed to think differently.
made 12/5/08recalling 12/1/08