I’m sure I’m not the only one who has the same story, the same tale of heartbreak and woe associated with Valentine’s Day.
I can’t remember the last time I felt normal.
I’m not girly enough.
I started writing this blog anonymously for two reasons, the first being that I wanted to prove a point to my husband and secondly, having that anonymity allowed me to be a bit franker than maybe I would have been.
I don’t know if it’s getting older or the fact that this year, I will turn thirty-nine but I’ve been spending a lot of time in reflection.
Hugs hurt. I don’t want to say that they do but it’s true.
Sometimes I look at my children and wonder who they’ll grow up to be, who they’ll chose to spend their lives.