Count to ten… deep breath…

My best friend, who writes Mothermind has listed a delightful mama mantra, that asserts, amongst other things, that

I love my husband… So try not to kill him. Or divorce him ” .

There’s a statement that bears repeating – a comendable thought, and practice.

But for me, motivation to not irreparably fray the bonds of matrimony lies somewhere closer to:

Life with him as an EX-husband would be much, much worse than this.”

Not the most romantic phrase, perhaps, but there is none truer.

This isn’t, actually, a complaint.  A mere statement of fact.
And one that keeps me from throwing the towel in, when all else seems hopeless.


One response to “Count to ten… deep breath…

  1. Another essential memento to stitch on a pillow.

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