I need to be angry.
That's the step, the stage I've neglected. It can't be forced, hurried, manufactured. It can't be...until it is.
I woke up early this morning thinking about him. Why are some of us eternally hopeful when we've been taught through long and hard experience that hope isn't enough. You would think with the extent of unfaithfulness I uncovered in my marriage, I would never trust or rely on a man again. I've heard the expression, "Where there's life, there's hope." Not being dead yet, hope sneaks in with tentative trust.
I don't want to be a bitter woman and bad-mouth all men, but it's difficult to be kind and not contemptuous when I've been betrayed, trusted again and been betrayed yet again. Some of us over and over.
Hopefully, the higher percentage goes to the faithful, decent men.
There's that "hope" word again. Maybe "where there's hope, there's life".
May our hope never die!