I saw them talking to each other again today. I came up from behind him. I surprised myself and actually extended an invitation to her to visit. "My" dog, not my husband," I tell her. It wasn't meant as sarcasm.

I shouldn't feel this animosity whenever he's around her. He did choose me. I know I've thought of things in the past about letting him go, wanting him to sign those divorce papers and of me hoping to find someone else in my life. But, maybe, I should give it another try. He does come home to me at nights. I've never stopped loving him. I believe he still loves me. He cuddles me in bed as I lay my head on his bare chest. And I can feel my heart smiling.

I don't think we're growing apart, just the opposite. He's trying really hard to make this marriage work. I shouldn't rush into things and think for the worse. Maybe, I should give it another chance. Maybe, we've passed all the hurt and pain that came before us. Maybe, it's time for the healing process to begin.

This time our love will be stronger than ever. We'll hang on and never let go of each other. This time it will be for keeps. He'll be mine.

And I'm never letting him go.