So I decided before I can move forward--I must reflect on what got me here in the first place.
I'd like to blame it on someone else but actually I did it -- I climbed up Rapunzel's Tower all by myself!
It started when I met my husband 26 years ago--yeah I've been screwing up my life for 26 years. He's a great wonderful man and most women love him--I love him! He came into my life when I needed to calm down and settle in--and boy did I....Home in the suburbs, went back to school and got my degree, had a baby--this all sounds great. Right? Well it was for a while. But behind the mask there was growing discontent--I began to see that I was a world away from any world I had ever known. Southern California didn't fit (I grew up in NYC), suburbia didn't fit, girlfriends didn't fit. So I wrapped my arms around my work, my daughter and my marriage and forgot about a little something called "me".
Back to today. It's 5:30 and I need to put something on the dinner table.
History Part 2--coming up. Stay tuned.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
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Hi, just wanted to say that I can really relate to you, though I'm a bit younger. I'm working on my B.S. in psychology and will then get my masters in marriage and family therapy. I'm also in Southern California. I understand what you mean when you say you feel guilty for thinking about yourself. I seem to struggle with that daily.
Anyway, just mostly wanted to let you know that I'm reading, so post some more, huh?
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