Man's best friend. So, here we are, taking care of "her" dog, which my darling husband had agreed to do so. Each time he looks at this four-legged creature it brings back memories of the both of them.
A dog is always a man's best friend. Yet, this mutt seemed to like me from the very beginning. I'm not such an evil person, you know. He'll be woman's best friend. It won't be so bad. I shall teach him to be respectful and faithful. Respectful and faithful, the two broken rules. I take full responsibility for my infidelity. There is no one to blame but myself. I thought by joining him here in Seattle we could again make a go of our marriage. Who are we kidding? God sakes, why in heavens should we?
I watched them as I took "MY" dog inside. You know, they don't look too bad together. In fact, they would probably be a perfect match for each other. I'm far from perfect, I know that. I can't live my life like this. I can't anymore. I can't go through the motions as a married couple when in my eyes it definitely is not a marriage at all. Unfortunately, I still do love him, but, life goes on. I can handle anything.
Loving him with all my heart does not necessarily mean being with him for the rest of my life. I know this because I probably won't. There was a time I would have given up eternity to be with him.
I am blessed with good health and I have a great job which somehow finds fulfillment in my life. What more can a woman want? Except, maybe the love of man. If I do have another chance with someone else, all I can promise is to love him and never let him go.
This time.
