It starts small.  A look, a gaze.  A similar understanding.
But how do you stop it?
How do you control the opening of your heart?
My therapist suggests that I lack good boundaries.  I imagine this is true.
After some months of struggling, a confession.
My husband praises my honesty as I stab my own heart and gouge out my eyes and set fire to a sacred friendship.
How do you fix it?
How do you find your way back?
Even now, my husband sleeps in the next room while I desperately try to find a resolution.
There is none.

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