I’m 41 years old. I’ve been a wife twice. I’ve buried someone I loved and found love again when I thought it was impossible. And if I’ve learned anything, it’s this: the heart is more resilient than we give it credit for. It can break and still keep beating. It can love more than once without diminishing what came before.
So to anyone out there who’s afraid they’ve waited too long, or loved the wrong person, or made too many mistakes to deserve happiness — I’m here to tell you that’s not true. Life is messy and complicated and rarely works out the way we plan.
But sometimes, if we’re very lucky, it works out exactly the way it’s supposed to.
A couple embracing each other at the beach | Source: Unsplash
If this story tugged at your heartstrings, here’s another one about how a man dealt with his grief secretly: My husband claimed my snoring drove him to the guest room. I believed him and tried everything to fix it. But the night I set up a recorder to catch the problem, I heard something that shattered me completely. It wasn’t snoring on that tape. It was a sound I thought I’d never hear again.
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