Happy, Happy Anniversary . . .
Hard to believe that just over a year ago, my life changed, radically. Nothing is a given, is it? I'm not unhappy. I have an apartment I like, even if everything is yes, still in boxes. I have friends, and family, to spend time with. Authors and television shows to consume. I have work, which I hope will even out a little and make me some money.
As a teenager, I watched my mother and her friends experience the end of their marriages, in a time when women (especially these women) were defined by their wifehood. I watched their anger, and their fear, and their determination to make it anyway, with their heads held high. The lesson I learned from these women was two-fold: Everything changes, just when you're the most secure, and You can't count on anyone besides yourself.
I get to learn this over and over, don't I?
As a teenager, I watched my mother and her friends experience the end of their marriages, in a time when women (especially these women) were defined by their wifehood. I watched their anger, and their fear, and their determination to make it anyway, with their heads held high. The lesson I learned from these women was two-fold: Everything changes, just when you're the most secure, and You can't count on anyone besides yourself.
I get to learn this over and over, don't I?