I just told my boyfriend that I am moving back to try again with my ex-wife. Surprisingly, after hearing me out, he is supportive. I just can’t seem to let go of the last little glimmer of hope that I might be able to make my family work. My ex-wife has made it clear that she is willing and that she has all the faith in me to be able to make the necessary changes to make it work and make it last and to truly be happy together as a family. I am not as hopeful. I am terrified. I feel good about the decision to try again, but I feel so incapable of doing what I have to do to make it stick. I gave it my all for the better part of my 29 years and I only seemed to get gayer as time went on. Why will anything be different this time. If I couldn't do it then, how could I possible do it now that the odds are stacked up that much more against me. But I have a desire and I am going to let that desire work in me. I'm taking the leap. I don't know where I'll land, but I don't think I could live with myself wondering if I could ahve done it had I tried once more. I'll take the leap.
