Sure, it’s easy to love someone when you think they are perfect, when you hold them up on a pedestal and pretend they are everything you need and always wanted. You fell off that pedestal when I was 12, Dad, but I loved you so much, flaws and all, and I still do.
I am rewriting my story day by day. It may not be a fairy tale, but it will still be a happy story. I hope my words help others to break free and heal themselves. If you are in such a situation, know that I was able to get free and so can you. Reach deep within yourself and find that strength ...
Your choices -- down to what you eat in the morning, to how you honor your body, to the sex you don’t have, to the run you choose to take, to the money you make and the money you don’t make, to the zone of comfort you choose to step out of -- those choices are your lifeline to change.
The transition comes in waves and layers, a twisting road with unexpected turns, and at times you are unsure whether your direction is forging forward or reeling backwards.
Once disappeared in the house, she began to disappear herself. It was gradual -- she was surprised if she caught her reflection, at the face looking back. It suited her, the invisibility of old age was just more freedom, for a woman especially. Only she rarely had to think about it, what would ...