Ahhhhh, Grace. I know you want me to heal from the inside out. How do you heal a broken heart? I just want things to be like they were before. I just want my family again. I know things weren’t perfect, but is perfect even possible? Can anyone have a perfect marriage?
I think about my marriage with Adam and realize that the mask I wore protected me from truly connecting in relationships and, at the same time, neglected who I truly am—an art piece ready to be created from a blank canvas. I know that we wear different masks for different people, different scenarios, but why?
Look, Grace, I hear you about unveiling the new me by bringing the beauty that is already within. And, at the same time, I don’t want to hear you. I obviously don’t know who I am and what I look like anymore. Adam doesn’t find me irresistible anymore—at least that’s how I feel. I know, I know. Deep down the issue is with Adam.