I sat in a cafe in Paris.
We’d been traveling for a few weeks and I was alone for what felt like the first time in ages.
I sat at the bar and chatted with the barista about his travels and my heart.
He wrote me a list of coffee shops to visit in London and a sweet girl from across the cafe’ joined in our conversation about how much they wanted me to visit Australia.
I wrote in my journal, “How can I feel more connected to the strangers in this cafe’ than I do to the person I love? Why do I feel more at home in this place than I do in the arms of my husband?”
I don’t talk about my marriage much.
I’m not sure I’ve talked about it at all actually.