Stavanger Bay Tell me I'm weighing on your mind

Bridget didn’t answer right away. She just held Reverie tight and let her sob against her, knowing that any words she said immediately would probably be lost on the other woman anyway.

It was hard for her to imagine twisting herself into this many knots over assumptions and constructed truths. If it were Bridget, she’d have confronted Lestan from the start and been done with it, but it was clear Reverie was more the type to assume her thoughts were too much to share.

You haven’t been a bad wife or a bad mother. The only way to do that is not to care. It seems to me that you care too much, and hurting yourself in the process. Bridget was reminded again of conversations she’d had with Teya. All of this felt extremely familiar.

There’s no shame in feeling overwhelmed. And there’s no shame in having low points. But you can’t put all of this weight on yourself. You have a life to live, and look forward to, and so do they. And all of those lives are going to be full of beautiful things, sometimes together, sometimes apart. You shouldn’t be afraid of those new things, any more than you are afraid of dying.