I was not free to be his and we both had to exercise amazing restraint and patience to wait until my kids were old enough for me to be free to live the life we both desired. I cried tears of patience. And he thumped a few walls in patience. It was a hard time.
Tag: Patience
Patience on Sinful Sunday
Those of you who have followed me for some time will know I am a fan of D.H. Lawrence. Both his fiction and his poems.
