Michelle Elizabeth
Nov 7 · 1 min read

One of the best things about the human experience is that we all, at some point, feel the same way. At least for me, there are times when I believe the lies I tell myself, I’m unlovable, don’t try because you always attract the wrong people, focus on your family as your mother did.

But then I look at the end of her life after we all went our separate ways and began our lives, she was lonely. By that point, she didn’t know where to start, dating had changed, and she felt she was too old to embrace it.

It sucks to wake up alone. To go to bed alone. Then to wonder if someday, nine short years from now, when I drop the twins at college or leave their things at their first apartment, will I go home to an empty house and a Marie Callendar’s because I hate cooking for just myself?

I don’t know what will happen, but I have hope that I’ll work out all my stuff, and the universe will favor me. But I’ve learned that you can’t rush it because when you do, you wind up with someone who’s not ready.

    Michelle Elizabeth

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