I hate myself that I wasn’t there for him. I hate that I could not feel it in him. How could I not know what had happened? How could I not hear it in his voice, his comments, or in his demeanor? He needed my help, and I couldn’t feel it.

I hate myself that I wasn’t there for him. I hate that I could not feel it in him. How could I not know what had happened? How could I not hear it in his voice, his comments, or in his demeanor? He needed my help, and I couldn’t feel it.

– Melissa Seligman –

The Day After He Left for Iraq: A Story of Love

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