Can You See the Real Me?

Her name is Sara. The girl I married all those years ago, her name is Sara. I said once how I married a girl and I'm being divorced by a woman.

Crazy. I stumbled upon Sara's most recent blogs while looking to create my own. I have to smile at how things happen. A fellow teacher has been encouraging some of us to start our own blogs. He gave me a brief tutorial today and while driving home I was excited at the prospect of writing again. I began composing lines in my tired noggin and I couldn't wait to finish with the kids' dinner tonight and begin posting. When I typed in the site it automatically brought me to Sara's and her own blogs. Disregarding the actual content and how it directly affects us, she is one helluva writer and can tell a riveting story. I'm proud of her.

Seeing the truth splayed out before me released an inner turmoil that had been crippling me, chaining me to a hope that refused to die. I was jettisoned and released back into my own space. I was comfortably removed and saw Sara for the first time in a long time as someone I would like to get to know better. She is interesting, displaying myriad emotions only a few rare people ever attain. I am worried about us for the short term but see only good things coming in the near future. This is weird. Has anybody else lost and won so quickly before? Am I still in denial? Only good things, right? I hope.