I often find myself in situations I would be happier not to be in. Despite all of my efforts to have a happy marriage, it seems that it isn’t up to me. It takes two to tango, or so I’m told. Is that really the way of things? Every time I put on my happy face its a lie. I don’t like going through life this way so I’ve decided to stop. Yet my days feel longer and drag by more slowly, and sleep has escaped me, and the sadness when it hits me is a train. Yet I go forward and choose to love and be there. I choose to be strong. But one can only be so strong for so long.