I'm still stuck in this wave; grieving the loss of who Steve was to me. No one could ever accuse me of being a feminist because I miss how he made me feel like his prized possession. He was not possessive; he let me do whatever I wanted, but he made it known that I was his. I was safe as long as I was with him.
I miss the way he protected me; not just physically but emotionally. He knew how to help me. It is an amazing thing when you are so in sync with someone that they know what your heart means, even when your words say something different. We truly were ONE!
It's unbelievable how some things will take me by surprise and be almost impossible for me to do. Yesterday was really hard for me. I don't even think it was the fact that we weren't doing our annual tradition that got to me, it was that I was going to spend time with other family members and he wasn't there. Complete emptiness where there was once presence.
It's both beautiful and painful to have loved and been loved like that.
You are incredibly blessed to have experienced such security and oneness. I cannot help but believe that God intended all marriages to be like this.
ReplyDeleteHe is so good, and the residuals of His blessings continue to surround you.