Coffee and bagels

I'm sitting in Starbucks with coffee & bagel in hand, reading another texted apology from my husband of close to twenty years. Enough time has lapsed for him to realize that he is sorry for whatever words/actions (or lack thereof) on his behalf that have driven me away from our temporarily unblissful domicile. I do know that he doesn’t understand or ‘get it’. If he did I wouldn’t be here.

I also know that our marriage will most likely always be like this; that it (and he) won’t be changing anytime soon. When people marry, they often forget to visualize exactly how long "forever" is.

This is my reality. It is what it is. I sip and chew, and stew.I am thankful for my faith, and for my independent personality. I remind myself of all the good things and good times, of which there are many, that far out weigh the frustrating ones. I think that writing about our life and family could be helpful for others. Knowing that one is not alone can be an encouragement. It's one thing to read about challenges, it's another to read how real people cope.

I breath deeply and begin to relax. I fire up my Kindle and hit 'humor' in StumbleUpon.

Marriage can be hard. Especially when married to a man with Aspergers Syndrome. But laughing helps.