As I stood in front of my mirror this morning, I looked into the eyes of the woman I have always wanted to be, and I was thankful.
I sat on my bed, and my thoughts suddenly went back to that night several years ago when I was shaken to the core. You remember, don’t you, that day that I finally took my friend’s advice and went on a visit to her medium?
I shared most of what happened that day, but never the one thing she said to me as I turned to leave.
The medium, a gorgeous woman who lived in a beautiful mansion above the country club, informed me at the outset that she only shared “good” stuff during a reading. She was working with angels, etc., and insisted again that she only tells a “client” the good stuff. I was a bit relieved at that cause honestly I did NOT want to know when my own appointment with the grim reaper would be.
She shared all kinds of things, and I said very little about myself. In fact, I only confirmed or denied any of the information she was offering me. (And honestly, there were some aspects about my life, and marriage, that I had not shared with anyone; not even my very closest of friends.)
When all was said and done, we laughed, talked about something light and I stood to leave. She said my name sharply, and I turned.
She looked at me and grasped my hand. “I have to say something. I’m sorry, but I really have to say something.” She looked me in the eye.
“You HAVE to get out of this marriage. Repair some things, do what you have to do, but GET OUT. Do you understand me?”
I looked at her, shocked, and nodded my head.
Today, when I stared into the mirror I smiled. I have fought a tough battle...but even with the scars here and there, I am happier than I have been in a long, long, long time. And, I can finally say, I am proud of the woman who is walking away from the battlefield.
(Hear me roar.)
