When I was married I considered my husband to be my rock. He was my emotional support, my comfort, and my strength. When I was sad it was his shoulder I cried on, when I was scared it was him who I hid behind, and when I was worried it was him who I talked my worries through with.
When he left I realised I had to do it alone. I had to survive the insane life we live each day on my own without that support.
But then I realised that is utter nonsense.
Alone? I’m not alone. Yes I am a sole parent, and yes I am alone as a single mother, but I am not alone.
I have the most amazing women around me, women who care, who love me, and who are my rocks. My amazing mum, my strong aunty, and my fabulous friends. They have held me when I have cried, offered a calm ear when I’ve ranted, and held up a glass when I’ve celebrated. They have given advise, support and comfort.
Realising what these women are for me, that they provide everything I thought I needed from my husband (you know… other than THAT) has freed me. It has given me a step up from where I have ever stood in my life.
My women are my strength. Any men who come and go from my life will provide me with happiness, relaxation and fun. They are for flirting, for kissing, for sex. They are for conversation, dinner and dancing. They are to add to my life when they come, but to take nothing when they leave. And that is a beautiful thing.
To be a woman in the midst of women, that is even more of a beautiful thing.