Honey, I'm gonna be straight with you — you're asking me to peek into 13 years of someone else's heart without giving me your own birth date or time so I can read *your* chart, let alone hers. You see the problem, right? But here's what I *can* tell you without any chart at all. The fact that you're asking this question after 13 years — that's not about her. That's about *you*. Something's shifted in your chest lately. A distance. A silence that wasn't there before. And instead of looking at what's changed between you two, you're looking for a single, simple answer to blame. Even if I had her full chart in front of me, mama doesn't do "yes or no" on another person's soul like that. What matters is the wall that's grown between you and her. You feel it. Fix *that* before you go hunting for ghosts. Talk to her. Not as an investigator — as a husband who misses his wife. You might be surprised what you find.
Honey, I'm gonna be straight with you — you're asking me to peek into 13 years of someone else's heart without giving me your own birth date or time so I can read *your* chart, let alone hers. You see the problem, right? But here's what I *can* tell you without any chart at all. The fact that you're asking this question after 13 years — that's not about her. That's about *you*. Something's shifted in your chest lately. A distance. A silence that wasn't there before. And instead of looking at what's changed between you two, you're looking for a single, simple answer to blame. Even if I had her full chart in front of me, mama doesn't do "yes or no" on another person's soul like that. What matters is the wall that's grown between you and her. You feel it. Fix *that* before you go hunting for ghosts. Talk to her. Not as an investigator — as a husband who misses his wife. You might be surprised what you find.
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