She was eccentric.
She loved frogs. She would
drink Mountain Dew and stay up all night.
She was funny. She laughed
a lot. She was easy to get along
with and everyone wanted to be her friend. She loved to sing and did it EVERYWHERE. She went to church weekly, daily,
hourly; she still wasn’t sure. She
could never choose among red, blue, and purple as a favorite color. She hated pizza. She loved a good salad bar. She never said a curse word, not even
damn. She knew who she was, and
she liked her. She was pure. She was innocent. She was real.
I left my husband this weekend. Yes, you read that correctly. I have been unhappy for a very long time (by no fault of his own). I'm changing. I'm different. And I'm not the woman he fell in love with. I realize this. I see we've drifted apart. I understand that we no longer make each other happy. So, I decided to take a break. We're separating for a year, living in different places and leading different lives.
I have no clue who I am. I went from my parents' house to college where I had a roommate(s) all four years, then I got married and he was my everything. I have no clue what it's like to be alone, and I think that's a problem. I need to find Cami. I need to love her. Then maybe I can love my husband.