Just four months ago we started this mysterious journey – and the weepy, fragile version of myself has been replaced. I haven’t exactly turned into some tough-as-nails mom/chic, but I certainly have gotten stronger.
~ No longer do I cry every time Adele (or any song that reminds me of M) comes on the radio.
Although, I still like to belt out a couple of my favorite lines from “Someone Like You” whenever it pops on the radio. (The other one I like to sing loud and proud…”Stronger” by Kelly Clarkson. Man, oh man – that’s a good one.)
~ No longer do I feel the need to act like a man.
Let me explain…my husband and I have discussed at length his ability to go to work each morning, and close his Personal Life box, thus allowing only the Work box to be opened. All of my boxes are open at all times. In fact, a better way to describe my “box” situation might just be to call it one big Multi-Purpose box – and everything just flies out of it at all times. For months, I have tried to stifle my emotions – and the contents of the Multi-Purpose box – But no longer! I am woman! Get ready to hear me roar, cry, laugh, sigh, sing, and…breathe.
~ No longer do I lose sleep over mean things people say or write to me.
But boy, oh boy…some people write the most vulgar things.
~ No longer do I feel stuck in the tunnel without a flashlight.
Of course there’s light at the end. M is one, really cool person. He is going to get through the teenage years just fine – I’m certain of it. And I love him.