I was starting to have that “feeling” again. It had come before this in little waves and slow trickles.
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.
My entire life is made up if moments that are either embarrassing or awkward.