Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on she.
At one point in time, she was determined to go at it alone.
She thought it was the only way, the only option.
She was tough, not strong, but tough.
Tough to get through to, tough to be around, tough to get close to.
Until she wasn't. Until she allowed the hard edges to soften, melt a little.
Until she threw down her fighting gloves and picked up her babies.
Until she was able to create a family around her she never knew she always wanted.
Until she couldn't help but let him in, he was so easy to love.
Until she couldn't help but say yes to a life he always knew was possible.
Until she and they created a home.
She's different, but still her. She still reverts back to old habits but is more aware of them now. She knows where and how it all started, she knows how she is triggered...she's trying.
She's trying to work through the old muck, she's trying to manage it all, she's trying to realize how heavy the past is, but also trying to forgive. She's trying to move past the mistakes, hers and theirs.
She's trying to remember that time and love fix so much.
She once believed she was tough enough to never need anyone, until she was strong enough to love.