One of my open, and probably unanswerable questions I have to face is the uncertainty of what Stephen will do differently. That’s something I can’t answer. I shouldn’t even try.
That scares me.
But I have to be brave in the face of fear. I can’t turn to anger, my closest companion and friend of fear. Stephen should be my companion. I am brave and I am kind. I think this will have to be enough for now. One day at a time.
The girl who mistook her chair as a pulpit for the soles of her shoes 