There are things my husband can do that none other dare...
he listens to me, and rather than pretend...he actually cares.
The only time he broke my heart was because he thought it best;
he wanted me to reach my goals and didn't know I needed to rest.
He tries to understand my need to be friends with those from my past
even if he gets upset that they might have inflicted pain that did last.
He's glad that I have reconnected with the island part of me
even if it means an adjustment to the way things used to be.
He wouldn't understand what I've done and why it had nothing to do with him
so I have to deal with this crap and around him...hold it in.
I want to share with my best friend that I've lost another friend
but he'd try to tell me those bridges I could mend.
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