Marriage is the act of choosing love again and again and again. It is the falling out of it and the diving back in. The constant evolution of two people who have chosen to weave separate, complementary lives. It didn’t have to be the brain injury – although brain injury may be the most extreme, expedited form of change two partners experience. It could have been cancer or depression, an affair or regrettable neglect. But this question I have arrived at is the question I was always destined to arrive at: In this difficult moment, with so much uncertain, will I chose this marriage again?
Our stories are different and our parts are different, but the question is the same. As my therapist often says during the hard, hard moments of my life: All that being true. How are you going to live?