The quiet mouse

My husband asked me last night if I wanted to do couples counseling or if I was ready to be done.

A big part of me screamed to be done.

Then there was a little voice that said to fight.

I choose that little voice. I was taught to fight for what I want.

Ya. It’s not really what I want to fight for.

I found something and I fell in love with it all over again. I really don’t want to lose it. I lost it 20 years ago because I chose to listen to what other people were saying and they convinced me to let go.

Holy hell I really regretted that choice for a long time.

Here I am hoping and praying that they choose to fight.

Fight damnit fight