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I Was a Party Girl
I was having too much fun to see the red flags
My husband and I used to joke we wanted to take our friends on our honeymoon. In retrospect, that might have been the first hint of flaming crimson.
My relationship tanked for legitimate reasons.
But I must admit my own personality also got in the way. I didn’t see the red flags because I was having too much fun. A whole lotta fun.
I was a party girl.
I still am deep down, I’m just currently hibernating.
Bears do it to conserve energy, for me it’s an emotional slumber.
The recovering good timer needed a break. That’s what happens when you blow up your world. Divorce kinda sucks the life outta the party. I know, it’s surprising. I didn’t think it could happen but it did.
The overly social girl with a big joy in life suddenly relishes solitude.
It makes a complex situation a little less complicated.
And no one likes to see a party girl crying in her cocktail, right Erika Jayne?
Somewhere around forty, I began to realize something was missing in my marriage. A BIG thing that’s called emotional intimacy. The quintessential lifeline of connection.
