I am not sure where this falls. It is not a story from my past but a story of today. Today I found that even when it seems your dreams are falling into place that they are in fact falling apart. As I have gotten older I have wanted a place to settle, a place of my own, and hopefully one where I could have at least some of my kids close by, and possibly their kids as well. I thought I was here. I looked forward to days when maybe my daughter would call and ask if she could drop the kids off for a while so that she could go shopping. Or nights where they would spend the night so that mom and dad could have a date night. But what started out as a mutual dream with my husband is no longer his, and he no longer wants to be here. In order to have him I must give up everything else that I loved about my life. So I will follow the man that I love to places that he dreams of and leave most of mine here, in the desert, and hope that I can return and that, unlike the grandchildren I have who live far away, that these others yet to be born will know me well and not see me as a stranger that they only see once a year. My heart had to break into two pieces - otherwise I could not bear what I know I need to do, so I will leave a part of me behind.
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