Sometimes I wonder if I’m not really meant to be anyone’s wife, not meant to be anyone’s mother—meant instead to live a life of solitude, to simply enjoy the world on my own while I watch my colleagues get married and build their families.
Perhaps I’m meant to stand just outside the spotlight of life, watching people move from being single to meeting someone and choosing forever. Maybe I’m only meant to attend their weddings and clap for their happiness.
Or maybe I only began to see my future this way the day you walked out of it.
Writings of Red 