Marriage isnt a love affair. It isnt even a honeymoon. Its a job. A long hard job at which both partners have to work harder than theyve worked at anything in their lives before. If its a good marriage it changes it evolves but it does on getting better. Ive seen it with my own mother and father. But a bad marriage can dissolve in a welter of resentment and acrimony. Ive seen that too in my own miserable and disastrous attempt at making another person happy. And its never one persons fault. Its the sum total of a thousand little irritations disagreements idiotic details that in a sound alliance would simply be disregarded or forgotten in the healing act of making love. Divorce isnt a cure its a surgical operation even if there are no children to consider.

Ill tell you something Harpy he said his voice almost a whisper now. It never even occurred to me that we wouldnt make it. And it never occurred to you that we would. You were just waiting for us to go down in flames. I thought we could get through anything.

You asked why I couldnt forgive you Nick said very quietly and I jumped a little. It was because you were the love of my life Harper. And you didnt want to be. Thats hard to let go.

When you settle for anything short of the best life God wants to offer you then you have been tempted to remain safe and the accountability for not changing your life becomes your prison of regret.

Never mistake the uncomfortable feeling of insecurity and the fear of the unknown with the Holy Ghosts promptings. Sometimes those feelings are simply Satan keeping you stuck where you are because he knows you will have a half-life there. He knows that you will spend half of your life disconnected discontented and convincing your mind of what its heart will never accept. He knows when you have settled gave up and didnt try. Inaction is his greatest weapon while regret is his second.

When you settle for anything short of the best life God wants to offer you then you have been tempted to remain safe and the accountability for not changing your life becomes your prison of regret.

Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.