I would like to say that in the last year (since the proverbial shit hit the fan), I have become more independent and self sufficient. This, I realize, would be wrong to say because even when I was married, I was independent and extremely self sufficient. I owned my own tools and had no problem drilling holes, hanging pictures, and mowing the lawn. I could fire up the grill and cook a mean steak. I could pump my own gas and take my car to get the oil changed. I got the girls to school, to sports, to music and to dance. I took them away for weekends to visit friends out of town. I kept the house clean, fed the dog and did the laundry.
I was a one woman show.
So being separated hasn't changed things all that much. I still do all those things, but without the anger and resentment that 'someone' is not helping me.
My family living in the same town has been indispensable. They help and don't ask for anything in return. They actually offer to do things without me asking. They have helped me move 2 times in the last year, they have provided hugs and shoulders to cry on, they have always been there for me and the girls. They are the best damn family anyone could wish for.
I have to believe that there is someone out there for me that can break through my hardened, independent exterior and see the real me, who is a little bit unsure of things, lives life to the fullest and has a lot of love left to give.