Normal people, those unhindered by handicaps, have the luxury of furious departures.

Something the wheelchair, and the limitations that go with it, have forced upon us is greater compromise.

The reasons that we can no longer be a couple are still there, but they are ours and they are private.

No matter the reasons or arguments or unfathomable emotions we share a bond stronger than any judge or preacher could try to make.

The three lives that we brought into the world together will forever tie us.

For them we can be better people.

For them we can make the hard choices.

For them we can stop focusing on US and direct our energy where it should be, concentrated on making sure THEY have the best life possible.

We’ve done sickness and health. We’ve done richer and poorer.

I’ll let you know if this is better or worse.

In one situation the cause is out of your control. All you can hope to do is to face each challenge with grace.

Actually, that applies to both situations.

There are times the situations parallel so much.

This was never what I would have dreamed as a turnout, but this is what I have to deal with.

I engage each struggle because there is no option not to, even when giving up and in would be easier.

Neither situation is ever going to end. There will never be a happy ever after. Even when there is peaceful times there will never be PEACE.

In my heart I hear it.

I feel it pulse in my soul.

There are whispers that soothe my tired spirit.

Gives it new strength.

Be whole, not perfect. Its worth it to be happy.  

I wrote about life’s roller coasters at Babble

I’ve never been one to be great with imagery. My words were plain and simple. My style is almost stark now.

I have to keep the look very minimalistic because my vision can’t handle too much action.

Instead of telling you how to feel, I’d rather MAKE you feel.

What I can’t express with a turn of phrase or use of pretty words, I have to clarify with style, color or font.

I have to economize.

I’d love to go into great detail but it’s a luxury no longer at my disposal.

Sometimes I know my meaning is getting lost in the words I can’t use.

Sometimes a meaning comes that I didn’t intend.

It has to be enough.

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Rarely, walked away from with both sides feeling chipper.

Even with the most adult, civil, for-all-the-right-reasons break the hurt is massive. Never just one-sided.

No one walks down that aisle, puts their hands in anther’s and think, “This will do for a while.”

It is never easy.

We’ve added an extra layer of difficulty to it.

That doesn’t make it HARDER.

They’re all hard in their own way.

It isn’t MORE COMPLICATED.

There are a thousand different brands of messy.

I hurt but I would bet my HURT is no greater than anyone going through this.

The only real difference is that I’m choosing to let you experience this with me.

The same as my daughter’s cancer.

The reality of living with two strokes.

The pain and tremendous  strength that comes from the process of recovery.

This is my truth.

I don’t know how to live any other way than to tell it.

You can also read about letting my inner child our to play with the Lorax.