Something is happening inside of me like a light turning on in the darkness. I squint because it’s so bright and not something I’m used to. Butterflies are in my tummy and my lips part a little to grin. Is this a glimmer of hope that I’m feeling? A candle’s wick silently flickers dimly, in the living room of my heart.
At this moment I feel as if I’m being catapulted through a long, dark subway tunnel except I’m not on a subway car. Strange, because, I’ve never even seen a subway. I am on my own again.
There’s this invisible force pushing my body and at the same time pulling me away from everything familiar. Am I destined to be alone for the rest of my life? What’s my next step?
I thought my job was going to be working at being a better wife and friend. Apparently, that’s not going to happen. I’m tired of being rejected. Going around the same mountain is completely pointless so why am I doing it? This brings me to the most basic question.