I've Learned To Allow Myself The Room

You’re My Wife, Eva. I Don’t Care If Anyone Else Knows It Or Not, I Know It. And I Want To Come Home To You, Have Coffee In The Morning With You, Zip Up The Back Of Your Dresses, And Unzip Them At Night.

And Yet I Understood The Alienation Of Being Around Others Who Couldn't Really See You Or Chose Not To. I'd Felt The Self-loathing That Came With Being A Fraud, Protraying An Image Of What You Wished You Could Be But Weren't. I'd Lived With The Fear That People You Loved Might Turn Away From You If They Ever Got To Know The True Person Hidden Inside.

My Domineering Lover Made No Apologies For His Caveman Tendencies.

The Only Way For A Women To Get My Attention Is To Be You

There Was Something Sweet In Watching Him Pull Himself Back Together, Restoring The Façade He Wore For The World While I Knew At Least A Little Of The Man Beneath It.