In her memoir, This Is Not the Story You think It Is, Laura Munson almost loses her husband when he comes home and tells her he isn’t sure he loves her anymore. Most women would have crumbled. Many would have lashed out, playing the villain that would allow him to leave her.
But not Laura.
She tells him she doesn’t buy it. Instead of taking it personally, she chooses to be more zen about it. She decides not to “attach herself” to the outcome, and as a result gives him the space he needs for some good, old-fashioned soul searching.
I applaud Laura. How she acted was nothing short of heroic.
See, I almost lost my husband too. He never lost faith in me, or our marriage, but he almost died. I almost lost him just the same. Reading Laura’s story aligned me more to my own–how universal is the feeling of loss.
When John was sick, I too, chose not to think about what it all meant. To look too far into the future only brought pain and uncertainty. I chose to get through life in smaller increments, just fifteen minutes at a time. And also like Laura, who finds solace in the Montana summer, I too looked to the natural world for comfort.
I find consolation in the accumulation of snow, in the feeling of wind in my hair, in the smell of pine sap. I am held close by the wonders of nature, by adrenaline, by my presence in the environment. Check out Laura’s story at http://www.lauramunsonauthor.com/.