Well I went back after this huge rupture this weekend and I thought I would be crying the whole session. Was I ever wrong.

I walked in and sat down. I looked at him. He looked at me. I smiled. He laughed and I go "What are you laughing at! We both knew we were okay. .

OMG. We reviewed the entire rupture. I read him two pages from my journal written over the weekend. He sat and listened with his eyes closed.

We shared. We healed. We negotiated (ok, well I negotiated). I talked about my inner child who had been very deeply hurt and who hung around all weekend. But it was the mature, adult me who showed up tonite. Woo hoo!

I just don't know how much more of this I can take but dang, I am now officially an expert at the rupture repair cycle and I will tell you this: I learned more about myself over these past 3 days than I have over the past 3 months. Go figure.

Peace