There’s a meme that tells you to only marry someone who ruins your lipstick and not your mascara. I hate it. Because, in life? You will hurt the person you love most and they will hurt you. 

What matters is what you do after hurting each other. 

My husband inadvertently hurt me today. He didn’t mean to. But a series of texts indicated one thing when he meant another. I cried. We both yelled. And he told me he was sorry. 

The specifics honestly don’t matter.

The reality is, spending life with someone means you will hurt them. Disappoint them. Let them down. 

You will cry. So will they. And that’s ok. 

There are blessings in tears. 


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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2 Responses to Cry

  1. I linked to this on my private blog. I loved this post so, so much. Thank you.

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