Salt

I use a salt to stabilize my mood. I can taste salt in every spoonful of cookie dough that I've been shoveling down my throat for the last 24 hours. Or maybe I'm confusing that source of salt with my tears..

Yesterday I got a letter:

"A request for cancellation of temple sealing has been submitted by your former spouse. After carefully reviewing the matter, we have canceled the temple sealing..........."

There are a million things I'd like to say... to address... to expose... Many of them I already have. But in the end, clearly it doesn't matter. I don't get to have a say.

Two and a half years later, a wound that is continually reopened by the very person who inflicted it, gets a thorough dousing of salt.

And the sacred bond that I gave up everything for hangs broken; Noah and I solely intact.