After a long day at work, he walked in through the kitchen door and with urgency came to me as I stood over the stove. He seemed to ignore my busyness and put his arms around me. For a split second, I thought something had changed. Hope welled up inside me, but then in a mocking voice came words that told me I was wrong. “How was your day”, he asked? Before I had a chance to respond he rolled his eyes and walked away. I picked my heart up off the floor and quickly tucked it safely in the back pocket of my jeans like I had done so many times before. Dinner was served and another night of meaningless conversation was etched on the calendar of our marriage. The day before, I went out on a limb and told him we don’t talk anymore. No more sweet conversations about our lives and our Continue Reading