Honeymoon Phase

I am going to take this minute because I think you’re a touch misunderstood. I can see how you got there.  I am going to request that you correct both your word choice and narrative. You’ve got it all wrong. This has been no honeymoon. I’ll explain. 

My world exploded.  I was working full-time, studying full-time and continually picking shrapnel from the wounds of my loved ones, I didn’t have time for you.  I’m sorry that I didn’t have time for you.

But sometimes I did.  And when I did, I brought all the good stuff directly to you.  All the stuff that made the bomb worthwhile: the moments that made my heart smile, the love, the joy, the growth and understanding.  I saved those things just for you.

I can understand that your narrative is tied to the idea that I was on my honeymoon. I didn’t need you for the hard stuff anymore but that didn’t mean that I didn’t need you anymore. I still wanted to tell you the good things, I just reserved the hard stuff for her.  

She held me a lot.  I had trouble sleeping.  Lost weight.  Did breathwork. Therapy.  Became intentional.  Focused in and found peace. It was hard and certainly no honeymoon.  Please change your word choice and narrative.