A year ago I was planning my last Christmas as a single woman.
Now I am preparing for my last as a married woman.
So many tell me that I am strong, but I have never felt so weak.
It is almost humorous how this is all unfolding.
Even more, if these thoughts were to become reality.
Losing my sanity.
Realizing that if I notice someone is failing to help rescue me, I am really good at making them believe I will be fine.
That is one promise I can never truly make.
I picture my own death more than they all would be comfortable with.