I'm having a tough time these days.
I feel like I've failed.
I failed at my marriage.
I failed my husband. My daughter. Myself.
I know I didn't.
But when someone you love tells you they want it to end.
You can't help but blame,
I've replayed my entire eleven year relationship in my head.
Over and Over.
Five plus of those years we were married.
I wonder if it was because I was so young.
Did I not love enough.
Did I not give enough.
But I did.
I loved with everything I had.
I still am loving.
He knows it and I know it.
Marriages take work. Patience. Love. Understanding.
I did all that.
I didn't fail.
He chose to leave me when I needed him the most.
He chose to fail.