A significant portion of my personality withered for a while. Assault, infertility, infidelity, divorce, grief, it weighed on me. It made me protective and sensitive and cemented the bricks I threw together into a wall. Being with him is a reminder of some younger me, Katie before the ruining.
I’m not a fool. I know it’s not all peaches and cream. The chemistry isn’t manufactured, but perhaps heightened by the fantasy of the situation. While there’s plenty of reality we share with each other, we don’t deal with the banalities of life together.
I want to.
