A friend of mine is in what I call the alcoholic-husband-funk.
We all know it well.
The state of being that cycles around where you are just SO tired…
And SO spent…
And SO done.
She sent me an email to this affect and, I am chagrin to say, I felt like there was nothing I could really say to her.
I felt like I was letting a friend down.
But the truth is, later today or tomorrow or by Wednesday at the latest, she will be fine.
She will be the mother she needs to be, the wife he doesn’t deserve and she will make life happen and work for all those around her.
But of course she is not “fine.”
Of course, inside her a little bit more of her has withered and died.