Come Home. Come Home.

There is a point in your life where you have to decide if all the drama some people bring is worth it. Is it worth walking into a home and feeling as though you never measure up? Is it worth it to feel replaced? Is it worth feeling as though you are second fiddle? Leftout? Alone? No. I do not think so. I feel as though all my life I have been trying to find myself. Almost as though I am in a maze of mirrors. These 22 years have not been a picnic in the park. I have chased rainbows to find no pot of gold at the end, I have accomplished things that have made me completely happy, I have defied the odds, and now I think that I am living a good life. A life that we have made for ourselves. One that we could be proud of. So why would I let anyone mess that up? Why would I let anyone make me feel less of the person that I am? Because I had a crazy past? Because occasionally I enjoy a mixed drink? Because I now know the line between a good time and craziness?

No.

If anything these people should come to the realization that I have started to find myself. I have come to the realization that the only person that I have to make happy is God. Myself. And perhaps my husband. Family accepts you for who you really are. They don't whisper quietly about you behind your back. They don't not invite you because you are an embarrassment. They are right there. In the pool beside you. Laughing at you. Laughing with you. and talking about it for weeks to come. That is my life. And really I don't need anything else to make me happy.