I've been struggling, recently, with my decision to come home, to work on my marriage. It's actually going really well, honestly, but there's times when I remember how...free, and how strong, I sometimes felt, living alone, doing my own thing. Of course I also vividly remember the worst moments, too...but it's funny how even the very darkest times I had don't seem that awful from this side of them. I feel...well, guilty, for wishing I still had what little I had when I left, and I feel terrible that I'm once again doubting myself- my decisions, my commitment to my husband, my ability to do my part to make this work. And it feels all the worse because he's been so wonderful and forgiving and just...completely changed...*sigh* I could really use some prayers right now, if y'all think of it.