I went straight out of treatment back into real life. There was no fabulous vacation to celebrate survival; no revelations about personal growth.
With three kids, a mortgage, and a fridge full of squeeze pouches and Costco wine, I forget. More often than not,
They are so small, these kindnesses are nearly invisible—specks in the vastness of our marriage. But they add up.
I attempted to wrangle the iPad away from the toddler, who was using a stubby arm of the case for a chew toy.
Maybe couples who seem like they’ve got an “easy” marriage have really had to fight for it, just like we have, and love has come more easily over time.
It’s just that I don’t want to know what yelling tastes like on my lips. You see, before I was even married, I decided something: It will stop here. It stops here.
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Mom and Dad? If I go somewhere else to college or something, I can always come back to Montana, right? Because I know I will always want to be in Montana.
It is not just coincidence or chance. I think it is a matter of being open to a wider world and new perspectives. Maybe that is what “big sky” really means.
Without my Montana upbringing, I don’t think I would have gone for it in Silicon Valley.