I could call my marriage a soul-destroying experience, but that’s not quite accurate. I still have my soul, my dreams, my goals and my fantasies. The worm of selfishness still lives in my gut.
And yet my marriage is a series of solitary experiences in a prison of solitude, where I do my activities, she does hers. Talking about my thoughts and feelings is useless.
So today, I will clean and organize, stopping only when my pain is too much, then resuming when it lessens.
I am going to be the best “David” I can be.