My aunt’s divorcing her current husband and she’s admitted that part of the reason is that she can’t connect with him like she did with her first husband (my uncle). I find it sad because he died over seventeen years ago and it breaks my heart that she’s still in love with him but he’s not here for her.
When my grandmother first said “those” three words to my grandfather,
she said them by tossing a pinch of salt over her shoulder at their wedding.
When I first really said them, they were to myself as an apology
for nineteen years of viewing my body as a wound in need…