Posted by Melissa at 5:06 PM
Labels: Angst, The Love Of My Life
Well, it seems to me that the best relationships -
the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You
know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the
night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was
just a friend is… suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself
with
2 comments:
Sorry to hear that Melissa. Are you sure, he feels that way or is it just that you are interpreting it?
Do not be too hard on yourself. Depression is not something you can control. If we could, we wouldn't get so down.
Hang in there, and hope things start to improve.
Oh lovely, I often look at my husband and wonder how he copes.
You don't need to know the details but I often wonder how one man puts up with so much.
Good news? They love us and it's no big deal.
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