I wish those could have been words my wife lived by when we were together. I wish she could have been thankful for what she had, rather than hateful for those things she didn't have. Thankful for the things I did, rather than hateful for the things I didn't do. Thankful that I stood by and loved her for ten years, rather than hateful that I existed.
I was thankful for every day I spent with her, because it meant that someone loved me.
Tuesday will mark one year since she came home and told me she she was through with us
