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10:56 P.M. - Sunday, Feb. 24, 2008 There were no angry words as we agreed our lives had drifted apart, we were no good for each other, and our season had passed. We didn't say good bye, I knew when he was setting sail and when I got home he had gone. We agreed not to be in contact; so far, he has kept his word. Tonight after work, I was weary of limbo life and broke tradition. I changed clothes at work, went to the restaurant my youngest works at and had dinner. Yes, alone but I was fine. I suppose I thought everyone would gawk and wonder why I was taking up a table for four when in reality my daughter was thrilled I came in and all the walls around me tumbled down, I felt good. I left the eatery and went shopping I was sick of the frozen box crap. I had a good time even with those few times memories flooded my heart. Tears don't fall but they are close to the surface, I work at keeping my voice steady. I talk to no one here about my husband's departure this is my battle. My life is now my own this I am coming to terms with. The anxiety and fears of traveling alone at this late stage of my life is beginning to subside. I cannot say excitement is knocking me down but calmness is easing its way across my life as the fog settles. I am ready for this journey a road I have not traveled. I look onward but cannot see around the corner. I am in no hurry. One-step at a time, one day, one breath, inhale-exhale, my life is my own. Sandyz
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