One way I choose to respect my husband. 

I was talking to a parent outside of the school, waiting for our children to come out and we had talked before in many occasions so we were pretty open to talk. The conversations were flat and pretty "normal". "How are you", "how is work", "what are your plans for today", pretty normal questions that… Continue reading One way I choose to respect my husband. 

Asking for forgiveness, for not forgiving.

Lately I have not been able to sleep well. My thoughts swim in a current of memories I wish I could forget. If I could just forget them, I'd be able to move on. I feel a heavy weight on me, like that of an elephant sitting on my chest. My breaths are short, my… Continue reading Asking for forgiveness, for not forgiving.