They never closed the doors within their house. Lies and deceit permeated the interstice between love and hate, (and over time caused) irreparable harm to something that could have been mundane. Hearts and desires superseding nuptials the voyage ended short in dismal and dissolute disarray. Belying their vows, trivial “he said” and “she said” was, virtually nonexistent, as each party sought refuge in the arms of others; one to his corner, with the Spirit of the hour – the other to his, to flesh and sighs. They put up walls instead.
“To me, being a goddess means reaching inner peace that was vacant in my life for so very long. It also means leading an authentic and honest life, and empowering my daughter and others to find their Hygge and to do the same.” – KCH 2021