The journey with Art was long and brutal. There were years that it very much felt like divorce was imminent, and no one was more stunned than me that there was an eventual reconciliation. There was a slow bringing back together what had been massively damaged. There was repentance. There was forgiveness. There was an acceptance that, just because something wasn’t right for a long time, it doesn’t mean it can’t be made right over time. There was some healing we both did individually. And then there was the decision that it was time to heal together.
