Tonight you tried to make dinner, but the dog ate it, and for the first time, I saw you not react with anger. All I wanted to do in the moments that followed was hug you with pride. You were angry, but it wasn't clouded with alcohol. You were, in that moment, the man I've seen hiding in the shadows of rage, a man I could be proud of. I know the rage is still there, as are the wounds soul-deep; but today you've shown great improvement.
In this moment, you've regained a measure of my trust, and gotten closer to reclaiming your keys and your truck.
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