Love of My Life. March 19, 2020.
A quick kiss on the cheek, suitcase in hand, a few steps ahead, and that’s it.
The light and energy that nurtured me leaves the room.
For three weeks I feel a general sense of abandonment hang over me, in the shower, the car, the stairs, the elevator.
On the 22nd day, feet touching my bedroom floor, I realize I am an adult, nodding to myself, lips whispering good for you.
What do we sacrifice as women? And if you asked a woman, would she tell you the truth?