Fixer Upper Marriage
Why Is Love so Messy?
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...