On an island....

When I was little we would spend our summers in New England. Not far from where my grandparents lived there was a small seaside oasis(or so it seamed when i was younger) called plum island. Myself being a fisherman I think this is where that all began... Whenever I used to think of islands I would always go back to those treasured few memories of playing on those beaches... Most people associate islands with serenity... A hammock... A cold drink... The shade of a few palms... Peace

I can't help but feel lately that I'm on a different kind of island... Alone(wether I'm in solitude or the best of company)... Sad(beyond any heartache I've known)... Inadequate.... 

Bless my wife for the strength and courage she has possessed.. I'm never going to understand what she's going through..ever....

I know I'm not alone in my pain... But there are times where I can barely lift my head in sadness...

As a husband I see it as my primary purpose to make the woman I have married as happy, comfortable and secure as I possibly can...

So what do I do when all she wants I can't give her?.....

As of late I have fallen short in small areas... But let's be honest... There is no small error in the emotionally overloaded world of a hormonal woman... But still I hurt... Not because I'm wrong necessarily.. But because she is upset, or sad.. Or whatever.. 

This is not easy..... I will say again this past year has presented me with some of the hardest times in my life....

-alone on an island- hallucinating about angel babies- keeping the faith....

-DanRo