Father's Day, a little late
In March it was 8 years since I lost my husband. It doesn't feel like it's been that long. It feels like yesterday, and it feels like another life. He was truly my best friend! We could spend every minute together. Were we dysfunctional, of course, but we tried to be better than the examples we'd seen. We were both unhealed. So things were a struggle. And he was battling Multiple Sclerosis. He was always on my side. He would help me to see logic as I tend to lead with my heart. He was aware of my feelings and avoided hurting them when possible. Recently I realized that he was my emotional regulator. We were very different but very similar. He was calmer than I was. I was usually on the ceiling, being dramatic. I now understand that this was from all of the bullshit I'd endured. He tried to make me feel safe. I trusted him completely. That says a lot, because I barely trusted myself, let alone anyone else. He required that people show me respect. He never beat up anyone....