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.


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