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First published November 15, 2022
“I laughed. Then she laughed and I wondered if this—finding someone you can laugh with when everything hurts—was the stuff happily ever afters were made of.�
“Love happens in the fragile context of our mortality. That love and life occur just beyond the reach of our control. There is only one letter of difference between love and lose, and somewhere along the way, for me they became synonymous.�
“If any of you are in that place tonight, I encourage you not to give up. To give yourself time to heal, to grow, to find joy again. What a difference a year can make, and in just a few minutes, we get a brand-new one. As long as you have a new year, you have another chance.�
“Even in that new loneliness, there was a kind of relief to have only one thing to save. Not my marriage, but just myself.�
“I was no walk in the park, Merry.�
“Who wants to walk in the park? I think that man would run wild with you.�
“He has always loved kissing for the sake of kissing. My heart constricts. This is how he won me all those years ago, and this is what still holds me.�
“I know you need to be strong for the people you love.� I angle my head so I can catch and hold his eyes with mine. “But I want to stand with you when it rains, when the wind comes. When it’s hard and the odds are stacked against us. We didn’t always do that before, but I believe if and when trials come, we will stand together.�
I trace the letters before flipping it to read the one word.
“W³ó±ð±ð±ô.â€�
“There’s no beginning and no end.� He takes the ring and holds it up between us. “It’s our own eternity.�
“And I think I’m most grateful for time, which doesn’t always heal all wounds, but teaches us how to be happy again even with our scars.�
"Grief is a grind. It is the work of breathing and waking and rising and moving through a world that feels emptier. A gaping hole has been torn into your existence, and everyone around you just walks right past it like it’s not even there. But all you can do is stand and stare.�
“Our traumas, the things that injure us in this life, even over time, are not always behind us. Sometimes they linger in the smell of a newborn baby. They surprise us in the taste of a home-cooked meal. They wait in the room at the end of the hall. They are with us. They are present. And there are some days when memories feel more real than those who remain, than the joys of this world.�
“You can’t change what has already happened. What you did or decided. So you have two choices. Wallow in it, stay in the chokehold of guilt and shame that holds you back from the next phase of your lifeâ€â€”she taps the pad with the pen—“or decide you’ve punished yourself long enough for things you can never change and set a date when you’ll forgive yourself and move forward.â€�
“You have to decide if being afraid of losing Yasmen again is worth never having her again.�
"There is only one letter of difference between love and lose, and somewhere along the way, for me they became synonymous."
“My therapist says sometimes the people who are always keeping things together are the least prepared when they actually fall apart.�
“And I think I’m most grateful for time, which doesn’t always heal all wounds, but teaches us how to be happy again even with our scars.�
“People don’t become perfect when they become parents,� I tell her. “If anything, parenthood gives us more chances to screw things up, just with higher stakes.�
“Finding someone you can laugh with when everything hurts—was the stuff happily ever afters were made of.�
“Grief is a grind. It is the work of breathing and waking and rising and moving through a world that feels emptier. A gaping hole has been torn into your existence, and everyone around you just walks right past it like it’s not even there.�
“They lie when they say it gets better. I think maybe I’m just getting stronger, so I feel it a little less.�
“I will love you until I die. We said till death do us apart.�
“Death is tearing us apart.� Her laugh is bitter and short. “We assumed it would have to be our deaths that ended this. Turns out it was theirs.�
“We said vows.�
“Those are words, not walls. They don’t defend. They don’t enforce. They don’t protect us from life. From pain. From how things change. And I don’t want to stay in this just because we said we would. I need to stop hurting, and being with you? It hurts now.�
“I laughed. then she laughed and I wondered if this—finding someone you can laugh with when everything hurts—was the stuff happily ever afters were made of.�
“even in that new loneliness, there was a kind of relief to have only one thing to save. not my marriage, but just myself.�
“I will love you until I die. we said till death do us part.�
“death is tearing us apart.� her laugh is bitter and short. “we assumed it would have to be our deaths that ended this. turns out it was theirs.�
“when you lose someone that close, the enormity, the finality of it, sometimes hits you full force when you least expect it. when you are least prepared. and your heartbeat stutters and your knees nearly buckle, just like when you first heard they were gone.�
“we said vows.�
“those are words, not walls. they don’t defend. they don’t enforce. they don’t protect us from life. from pain. from how things change. and I don’t want to stay in this just because we said we would.�
â€Maybe a second chance?â€�
“I was no walk in the park.�
“Who wants to walk in the park? I think that man would run wild with you.�
There is only one letter of difference between love and lose, and somewhere along the way, for me they became synonymous. I understand now that something broke in me after my parents died that somehow healed wrong, and I started measuring how much I loved people in terms of how much it would hurt to lose them.
Our life, our love, didn’t follow the path we thought it would, but that makes it no less true.
“What’s so funny?� I venture after a few seconds of him laughing and shaking his head in seeming disbelief. The humor in his eyes, if it was ever genuine, dissipates, leaving his gaze cool, flat. “The irony of you saying you don’t want to see someone hurt me.� “I-I don’t.� “No one in my whole life has ever hurt me like you did.�
“Why wouldn’t we be?� She sucks her teeth. “You deserve some happiness after what she put you through.�
She? “Um � Do you mean your mother?�
“Of course. Who could blame you for moving on? Mom went crazy and ruined your life and—�
“You were so strong when they died. You held everything together,� she says, her young features, so like her mother’s, hardening. “And Mom just fell apart. Blew everything up.�
“She doesn’t deserve you! It’s all her fault! Everything is her fault.�