I looked at this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt (Suitcases) and thought and thought about what kind of post I might do. Much like last week, I’ve sort of found myself at a creative loss. I don’t know if that is because I’ve been sick, grieving, depressed, or just plain uninspired. Most likely, it’s a combination of all…and then some.
I did receive a few emails from a reader, however, that have guided me to a related topic. Suitcases are a type of baggage, right? And we all have that…some of us a little more than others. This reader asked a few questions, made a few connections, and has inspired me to provide a bit more historical background on my marital situation, for those who need it or are interested.
|Could someone PLEASE make me these socks…
and a matching sweater?
Hang on…let me grab a drink and some fuzzy socks – this might take awhile.
Alright, so I’m digging through several journals, files, and old blog entries to find a few bits and pieces to assemble this post. Bare with me, as this might feel a bit scattered.
I found a journal entry from February 2017 that lays out the “problems” of our marriage, as I saw them at the time (and still do, really):
|And then tuck me in with a cup of tea and a good book?|
Maybe we can’t.