This too shall pass, they say. No one tells you that if it doesn’t, you’ll get used to it too. No?
Edited to add, because I refuse to feel down and out:
This too shall pass, and if not… there’s still loads to be thankful for…
And I will count my blessings till I get the worst out of my system.
I have a husband who loves me more than the world, who makes sure that I’m happy every moment, who will not let me lift a finger these days. There’s no greater joy in my life than to have him beside me. To have him fight my battles for me, if he can. To have him hear me out, patiently, every single time I’m upset. I forget, when I think how different we are, that I’m more connected to him than I have been to anyone else in my life. It must be a past life thing, you know… How I feel comforted even by his silence, how my day begins and ends with him on my mind, how I look forward to every single minute spent with him… When we think we’ve run out of everything there is to talk about in the 15 years of our association, we come up with a zillion other things to talk about… And we go on in the dark of the night, every single night…
How many people are still in love after so many years? How many people are even in love with the same person that they love more than anything else in the world – they are two different things, you realise? Why do I need to go seeking anyone else’s approval or companionship when he’s enough to keep me happy this entire life?
Ain’t I just glad to have him with me!