I guess it was an ironic twist that I had written on the 4th about how last year I pretty much abandoned my sick wife to go have fun on the boat, and then exactly a year later on the same day I was taking care of her when she was going through a trauma. Redemption? I would like to think so. That is just too much of a coincidence if you ask me. I was able to right a wrong, and to me that is a huge part of all of this. From the moment that I arrived at the scene of the crash, I was by her side until this afternoon, almost a full 2 days later. Yes I felt torn, because here I was taking care of her, but at the same time knowing damn well she wasn’t mine anymore. Someone else was reaping that affection while I did all the heavy lifting. I am the rock that weathers the storms, the true trauma will be when I am washed away. We have put all the puzzle pieces of this marriage back together over the last 2 months, except for the one showing us as lovers. I even spoke to her about this after we left the ER. Her response left me cautious and confused. I wasn’t expecting tears and promises that she wanted to fix things. Do I believe it? After the talk, it was like my old wife was back. Affection, love, and attention. In the grand scheme of things, it was just a moment… You have to be wary of what these kinds of moments might do to you. Like the old mermaid tales, singing a sweet song to lure you close before you drown. Or, it could be one of those ones where it ends happily ever after.