Have you ever been afraid to write something because the writing makes it real?
I have.
I’m afraid to write that I think my marriage is dying. The relationship that I cherished, nurtured, and dreamed of, is withering on the vine.
I am letting it.
Where before there would have been a begging, demanding, crying plea for unity or co-operation, there is now silence.
The song lyrics, ‘Say something, I’m giving up on you,’ are reverberating in my brain.
If he notices the withering, he hasn’t commented.
