I, in no way, think that my experiences in life have been more meaningful than yours. I've simply been told that I have a way of pinpointing that exact emotion, that feeling in the spur of the moment, and putting every bit of it into words that leave you nodding your head in agreement and remembering a time in your life when you felt exactly that same way. I've always enjoyed writing - poems, thoughts, memories. Most of these have been kept to myself, because my writing is personal. It's real. It speaks to me.
Currently, I'm a separated mom of two, in the process of re-creating and finding myself. "Adult Tara" has never known an "adult life" without being someone's wife, someone's mom, someone's something. Today, I write as just me. I'm learning how to be just 'someone' and not 'something to someone.' Many of my friends find themselves on this same road and if the power of my words can help them, I can hope to help you as well. We can walk this road together.
I leave you with my feelings for this day. It's amazing when you finally find yourself on the other side of the fence in the middle of a divorce. It's an empowering feeling, knowing that this person no longer holds so much power over your emotions.
He had changed me. I knew I was scarred for life. This kind of hurt leaves a mark. What I didn't know was how long it would take that scar to heal. Every time I saw him, it was like someone had peeled back the scab on an old wound. The sharp pain cutting through to my very core, making me question again who I once was and who I thought I had become. This time was different. This time, I saw him for what he was - perhaps for what he always had been. A friend.
