When my elevator opens on another floor, I say “I’m high risk for Covid and can’t share, but I’ll get out and you can take it”.
I used to say I’m immunocompromised but switched to save time, and now folks seem to think I mean I have Covid and back away like “no no you go” while looking scared.
Honestly wish I’d thought of this years ago — people stepping back from me in disgust is all I ever wanted in life.
Today I'm a single woman. That just keeps messing with my head. Thirty-three years of marriage over. And I feel so many different things about it. Failure, loneliness, anger, relief, joy and even wonder. At what comes next, mostly.
What will I do? I am literally making this up as I go along. And ironically, that makes me feel normal.
Here's a virtual hug for anyone else going through separation or divorce. You can do this and you will survive. 🫂💖
The thing I experienced was how I had this whole specific road mapped out, then suddenly it was gone…but that meant ANYTHING was possible, and it felt insanely freeing.