This morning, we saw a marriage therapist. It is a good start to try to forget all that's happened in the past year.

My "Shelly Bunny" wrote this poem a few days ago. Frankly, I am surprised by her writing. I love it.
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The beauty of a man

is not in the sound of his voice,

or in the way that he touches.

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The beauty of a man

is not in the way he smiles,

or in the way that he looks.

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The beauty of a man

is the way he loves me,

not because of my beauty,

but because of who I am.