The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. -Marcel Proust
The Husband sent me the following in an email back in May, when we were doing remarkably well in the aftermath. We hit some rocks in June and haven't quite returned to this nice place we had been. Just found it and was reminded of a peak amongst the valleys:
I listened to this song, "All These Years", by Sawyer Brown, tonight, and while the story itself is not completely accurate to our situation (although you could turn the genders around to make me the one who had the affair), it is moving, and presents a situation similar to you and me. And it gives hope, which is what I like about it. It is also a very beautiful song and melody.
She likes adventure with security
And more than one man can provide
She planned adventure feeling sure that he
Would not be home 'til after five
He turned on the lights and turned them off again,
And said the one thing he could say
All these years
Where have I been
I've been down the road to work and home again
And I'm still here
Until I'm gone
And don't you rub it in too hard that I've been wrong
All these years
She said, "You're not the man you used to be"
And He said, "Neither is this guy"
She said, "There's some things you refuse to see...But I guess sometimes so do I"
She made no excuse why she was lying there,
She said the one thing she could say
All these years
What have I done?
I made your supper and your daughter and your son
Still I'm here,
And still confused
But I can finally see how much I stand to lose
All these years
...I'm still here
And so confused
But I can finally see how much I stand to lose,
All these years.
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