and so are you.
Today a complete stranger who wouldn’t even use an intelligible false name to leave a comment read a few bits of my writing about the way I love my husband, and the response this person had was to call me a “fucked-up hag.”
My best guess is that this person is far too young to be writing anything intelligible on anyone’s blog. I hope someday whoever did this learns that we say much more about ourselves virtually every time we speak or write than we do about whomever we’re talking or writing about.
If not, never mind. It doesn’t change the joy I have in my life and in my love.
Happy harvest moon.