I had a terrible and segregated understanding of what relationships are… As an adult, my understanding seems to be in an oozing and morphing stage but I kind of like how this feels.
Being single, by definition, is not what I am but by the separation of my marriage and having to mourn the end of that span of life, is a loss. And processing that loss has placed me on an exhausting seesaw.
Coming to understand and differentiate the physical and mental loneliness requires patience…
While being patient I find myself looking and not feeling adequate. And I asked myself why do I tear myself down once I’ve felt inspired to dream… And I still don’t know the answer but I do feel freer. …this is when I realize I need simple moment flirtations to help me navigate a path of my own relational understanding in relationships.
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