So. It’s been over a week since I’ve updated.
And, let’s be honest, that one didn’t really count, anyway.
I’ve considered never blogging again.
But here I am, writing aimlessly, though I’m not sure why.
Lots to say, but no energy with which to say it.
Don’t take it personally; I’ve also been avoiding my mother.
Really, I’m sick of explaining myself.
Feeling like I have to defend my choices.
Of trying to stick with decisions I’ve made even though they’re not what I want just because I’ve blogged about them.
And coming off as indecisive and flaky.
Of never writing the full truth, even here, on my password-protected anonymous blog.
I need more people in my life who tell me they support me no matter what.
Some of you do this, and I am grateful for it.
But others will be disappointed if I choose a life different from the one they’ve decided I should choose.
And I’m not ready to explain myself to those people yet.
Except to say that I believe it’s possible for me to doff my “Cautionary” modifier without staying married.
And just be a girl again.