I tried. I tried in a way which feels like the word ‘tried’ has worn out and has less value.
I deflect the comments that ‘people give up too easily these days’ and I absorb the words of loved ones who say they wouldn’t have hung around so long. How am I supposed to find the middle balance of those statements?
I tried everything. Adapting, overcoming, asking for help, contorting myself to all the extremities in the hope I could fix it. I ran out of ideas, beyond usual levels of endurance, I tried.
One day, though maybe never, you will understand quite what I put myself through in an effort to keep us together and save our marriage. One day, though maybe never, you will have a glimmer of respect for my levels of endurance – to save Us.