The Stars Fall
Imagine...
A life well lived.
I didn't think I'd have to imagine it, I thought we were living a life well. It was as close to heaven as mortals may experience while alive.
I was wrong.
Cooking breakfast on a Sunday morning, the idea that a knock on the door would shatter my life was so infinitely far away, that it would never have occurred to me. As it happened, I never even heard it, but that knock came.
My life was shattered.
The man I had loved for more than a dozen years had made a series of terrible decisions, and was on his way to a police station.
I 'm not going to detail what he's done, it is enough for you to know that he got in trouble, and that trouble broke my heart, and took away my trust of him. You might ask "what's the point if you can't trust him?" Well I have your answer: because being without him, hurts more than all else.
I was left behind, confused, heartbroken, and with no idea of what to do next. The only thing I knew in those first moments after our star fell, was that I could not stay in that house.
I was fortunate in one respect, I have a friend, a friend that I've held dear for around 30 years. It was to this friend that I turned in my hour of need.
I phoned my friend.
Not being able to stay in the house I had called home for such a long time was a bitter blow, but at least I found a place to stay. my friend, who I shall call (Ironically) Karen, told me I was welcome to stay with her for as long as I needed.
And so to the title of this blog;
This is to be the story of how Fallen Stars are reconstructed, there will be times, I imagine when we come close to ending the story unhappily, but I hope we will not, it is my hope that we will recover all the happiness we knew before, and that we can live out full, and contented lives together, until, as all must, our stories end....
The Reconstruction of Fallen Stars