It seem all my life I have been waiting for this moment in time, when my heart, head and body was ready to take a deep breath, from down in the depths of my soul and come out with a rejuvenated me.
My D-Day was April 10th, faced with the fact that the man that I laid beside every night was on the down low and that I could not physically ever have sex with him again fueled my rage. Mostly I was angry because he thought that now she knows, she better damn well live with it.
The moment you are honest with yourself, is the moment the madness begins. I wanted my space to think and put together what I must have missed all these months.