- I made better food choices and gained a ridiculous amount of energy that had been gone for so long (yes, this was after childbirth).
- I became more tolerant of situations I couldn’t control. As in… EVERY delay because the baby either:
- And I started loving this tiny little stranger so much that I would cry just by looking at her face and wondering what she’d be like in a few years’ time.
I became a monster – to my husband.
a brand new baby girl, and the worst version of his wife.
See the thing is: he’s perfect.
So in other words, he did nothing wrong.
I saw myself spiralling down into a pit of contempt and resentment for No. Good. Bloody. Reason.
None of that. The answer is quite simple.
I want to stay together because WE WANT TO.
I want to stay together because we are absolutely, enthusiastically, head-over-heels, completely, stark raving mad crazy IN LOVE with each other.
I want to stay together because it would CRUSH OUR FUCKING SOULS to even think about being with anyone else.