I feel like there are things I could say; feel like I SHOULD say something -- and still there are no words. It is odd really. All through the months when we struggled and raged and fought and despaired, I could find a way to get to this place, now and then, and say what was. Now things are better. We are getting better. We'll never be the same. I know that. We will be something new and unimagined, but we will be. That is
"We snuggled today!" " We laughed together." "We had a conversation without a single recrimination." "We sat and held hands." "I got spanked." "He got spanked." "Both of us liked it." That sort of stuff is magical for us, but I am imagining it is likely to generate yawns "out there."
So there we are, friends. Our lives are, at present, quietly happy -- and getting better day by day. We're not sure what to think about that, and we are nervous that it may not last. Things here are good. No excitement, and that is maybe the most "good" thing of all.