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HEAR YE, HEAR YE!
Women Who Live Alone For One Year Experience This Miracle
Call me crazy, but I have science on my side
Words hurtle my way — from bitch, crazy, cold, and snobby to amazing, strong, and resilient. Inaccurate, all.
Except for the tag resilient, I earned that one.
And, crazy is subjective which leaves room for error.
Six years ago, a friend looked deep into my eyes, desperately seeking understanding that I left my 25-year marriage.
Her head rocked side to side in bewilderment.
“You’re crazy. I could never leave my husband without another man lined up at this age. How can you live alone?”
I confuse people, always have and always will, I suppose. Enforcing boundaries equates to being cold and bitchy. Saying no to the offer of a lifetime, not, translates to crazy.
My stomach flip-flopped for years. I finally understood that what someone requires from me might not be theirs to have.
I never told my friend I was scared. Can I do life without a man, a partner, a confidant? Frequent bouts of breathless fear overtook me in those early days.