It was only a few short steps away. The bridge, the passage to a future that I had dreamed about for years, waited to carry me to the next stage. If only my legs had the resolve to take that first step.
It happened so naturally. Left bare, stripped to my very essence, releasing the shroud that hid my real self while I pretended to be happy. Divorce allowed me to stand unveiled and be proud of who I rediscovered. Being exposed is freeing.