I began writing, as many people do, in an attempt to uncover the real me. I keep shifting and adapting constantly, amending and accomodating to help clients and family.
We all shift ourselves daily to some degree, but what shocked me the most, which I have been trying to amend, is that as much as I cared for him and was there for him through the worst of everything, my husband did not want to be with how I wanted and tried to be.
I never want to go through living alone again with only a body next to me and the spirit inside far, far away on some other destination where he would rather be. It is better to be alone and free than enslaved and bound to relationship anarchy.
I do not want just a home body committed to me. I want to be with someone who is adventurous and full of positivity. This could be expressed in a variety of forms of internal and external reality: I desire invested interaction.
Someone who is dynamically expressive, yet also likes to relax in downtime for our inward retreats. Someone who likes how I think and feel from simple expression to complexity – and who also desires my interest in their cares and passions.
After writing so many years in privacy, I thought I better come out to “the streets” and start letting myself be heard and “seen.”
How else is my match going to find and get to know me? We likely do not travel the same circuits, if he’s an independent like me.
