Sometimes I think about how all of the circumstances align for us to meet someone at the right time. I’m grateful for my current set of unlikely occurrences. I live with PTSD, so I’ve been deeply skeptical that happy endings are possible and yet stubborn enough to look for them anyway.
Did I have to feel the chasm spreading in my bed?
Did I need to struggle raising three oh-so-close-together nerdlings alone?
Did I have to learn not to flinch when a fist went through the wall inches from my face?
Did I need to watch retreating backs
as I hyperventilated my way through panic attacks?
Did I have to go on so many blah, how-do-I-leave first dates?
Was that really the shortest path to you?
it was worth it.