Fixer Upper Marriage

Fixer Upper Marriage

Why Is Love so Messy?

January 06, 2020

August 5th, 2004 around 9 PM

I am curled up on the cold, hard floor in the corner of a hospital room. And I am crying.

The thing is, I don’t cry. I am like Clint Eastwood in those old spaghetti westerns. I never flinch, never panic, and I always have a plan. But not today. Instead, I am sobbing and hoping that no one sees me.… more...