What We Used to Be

He used to make me happy. We used to make each other laugh. We used to be comfortable in each others' company without a word passing between us. I'd like to think at some point I did make him happy too, that he was proud to be called my husband.

Things have changed so much now, that all those memories are held and described in the past tense. No more hugs or stolen kisses, no more long conversations about anything and everything, no more giggles and tickles.

The good thing about the human spirit is that we do recover. One day I will look back and feel relief: that we did not carry on with an unhappy marriage; that we decided to act in the children's best interest; and that we chose to remain on good (workable) terms. I am moving forward, I am finding myself again and I have decided to trek the path towards happiness, on my own terms.