Not knowing what was going to happen was very frightening. Would it really be better than where I was, or would it be worse? How could I ever know? The unknown is a scary place. I talked to a friend, she had been divorced for a year. She looked radiant, long black hair, fitted fashionable clothes, rings on her fingers and a lovely glow on her face. She was like an illuminated beacon in my darkness. She was talking with excitement about how wonderful and free she felt. "How long did the sadness and fear last?" I asked her. She looked at me with empathy, "depends", she said. I wanted to know on what it depended, and she told me that it would depend on the way I looked at things and if I could let go. "But, how long?" I pressed. She told me it was different for everyone.
Fuck. Great. Now what? Google must know. Nope.
Have a lovely weekend.
xoxo,
Marybel
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