If only he didn't finish his sentence,Mundane in a vast universe with much sorrow.Trying to see the best in these things, but what more can I say?How can I react?I'm stuck and can't complain.I will hurt others if I reiterate his words and actions.So, I write and write.He is the glue to our home.He means well so I ignore.I have built this rage inside me.So, I write and write.I slowly start to let go and realize his temptations were natural,but why am I still raving inside?I write and write.Writing every day is what kept me strained and came to the recognition that humanity can't be saints. We make mistakes. I love him and he loves me.I wrote every detail down and that made me feel complete.