Permission
Permission. It's such a funny word, isn't it? We need permission to be excused from the dinner table. We need permission to use the bathroom in school. We even need permission to take off from work in order to spend time with OUR OWN families. So why do I feel like I need permission to let Tony go? Why do I feel like I need the blessings of others in order to be happy and free from my vows? Till death do us part was the freedom of a new beginning. A celebration of the ever after. His ever after, not my ever after. It gave me permission to embark on a new journey. It allowed me to figure out who Christy is through self-love, inner peace, a new outfit, a vacation, even a new identity. I felt as if I needed the blessings of others to be happy. What if I started to date? What if I fell in love? What would my kids think? Did I forget about their dad? Did I not love him anymore? Was I c...