Hope?

Who ever said that drinking never solved any problems? Okay, my problems aren't solved. I'm not so stupid as to believe that, but after a full night of all out soul-bearing screaming I think I may have found a tiny crack in my theory. Maybe, just maybe, there might be a chance that I can get through this. It certainly is not going to be easy and I'm betting I will be bitching and complaining many more times. As of right now, I have hope for the first time in a really long while. In order for problems to be solved both parties have to be willing to give a little. I felt I was giving a lot. I have finally seen an honest effort to give back. I don't know if it is genuine or a complete last ditch effort but I am willing to wait it out and see. I do however know now that if it is another ploy to delay the inevitable there won't be any warnings next time. I am convinced that I am strong enough and determined enough to make it on my own. Lessons exist to be learned and without being brave enough to risk failure there can be no growth. Hopefully we can figure out how to move forward together.