“There I was, waiting, afraid I’d never experience the kind of joy yet to come, but hoping for it just the same. "
~The Year of Pleasures/Berg
now isn't later
it is
it isn't maybe
it is
now
it is the time to speak up
it is the time to speak up
to tell you what's on my mind
i am living here and there
literally
i live in 2 houses
it is difficult
it is not my dream or wish
my husband struggles too
it is far from how i envisioned our life
as my family dynamics change
the act of telling our story changes
i feel a strong urge to protect what is mine
they are, after all my people
no matter what
i do not have their consent
- to tell their stories
- to tell their stories
for them
or
about them
and so i try to share without over-sharing
when one is struggling
the veil becomes a shroud
it hurts to breathe
to be anything at all
and yet a part of me - the biggest part of me
cannot be anything more than i am
cannot be anything more than i am
when i am here i think of there
and there?
the same, of course
sometimes i am happy being in my own space
without him
there are perks
strange word - i know
but that's what it is all about
there are perks
strange word - i know
but that's what it is all about
i don't have to cook every day
i focus on the things that i want to do
i don't have to compromise
but
i don't have to compromise
but
when we meet again it is bliss
...for a short while
...for a short while
deep down
i still struggle with the idea that i could begin to live and love life fully without him
and it's not that i wouldn't be able to
it's not that i cannot be alone
it's that what we have
is what we have
and i love him regardless