No, I am the strong one. Every day I face new people who tell me my dreams are pathetic, that I am wasting my own abilities, but still I persevere. I, who’s mother’s mother left her when she was an infant and so was unable to learn to be my mother to the point where I too was left effectually motherless, want nothing more than to be a mother. I want to stay home, to surrender myself to the 24 hour a day job of caring for a human being who could possibly care for his- or herself, but has chosen to allow me to care for him or her instead. I want to to teach my child everything in there world there is to know, and I want to open the world for my child.
I am the one who chose to live somewhere that only 6% of my salary goes to rent so I can squander the rest away in a savings account. I’m the one who spends an extra 20 hours a week on top of the requited 40 to work as freelancer and save yet more money for the day when I will depend (not quiet) wholly on my breadwinner and husband. I am the one who still every day feels the heartache of that missed opportunity which may have been my only chance at the life I love.
Yes, I am certain that I am the strong one.
I swear I have interesting things to say. Please, don’t look so underwhelmed.
callmekaters asked: Happy Holidays lovely! (:
Happy Holidays to you also! Oh wait… I may be late getting this :P
With you, my love, I am fulfilled.
It’s rum and rose petals and secret rendezvous and last kisses and lost loves and muffled goodbyes. Where are you? Where are you? where are you where are you whereareyouwhereareyouwhereareyou oh where oh where oh where oh where oh where am I?
(Being single always makes me want tattoos)
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