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Blog #5 - Pave Your Own Path

Daniel was finishing up his dinner at the other end of the dining room table. I watched him obnoxiously gnaw on the chicken I had prepared for dinner. He made sure he got every last scrap of meat off that bone, but in a savage-like way. I know that this newly acquainted company was good for me but sometimes I just wanted Daniel to leave me be in solitude. 
Once Daniels plate was clean, we began making small talk which quickly evolved into a personal, even intimate conversation. 
"Do you ever think you will find love again?", Daniel asked, without any hesitation. The question replayed over and over again in my head. I hadn't even considered remarrying.
"I don't know, Daniel. I loved my husband more than anything in this world and the thought of replacing him nauseates me", I said, hoping that my husband had heard my words from above. 
Daniel stood up and began walking toward the door. The man had as much manners as a 3 year-old child. 
He began making his way out of the front door and said, "You'll never find love trapped in this sad, desolate house, I can tell you that". As this resonated, I stared at the open sky beyond his silhouette. I saw it. A shooting star. It couldn't have been a coincidence that in this moment of Daniel's criticism, a shooting star glimmers by. This was a sign. A sign from my husband.
I watched the distance between Daniel and I grow until he was no longer visible. Drowned by my thoughts, I stood in the doorway, glaring into the sky. I had to change. My husband wanted me to change. He wanted me to be happy, to find love, to explore the world. But more importantly, I realized I had wanted that too. Tomorrow things would be different. 

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