“I had an idea of myself, I think. As a mom, a teacher, someone who’d seen enough about marriage to never want to be involved in it again. I think I was ready to be with someone long before I was ready to let go of that image of myself.” She sighed. “But it didn’t have anything to do with you.” In a way, I knew what she meant. Sometimes it can feel like disloyalty, letting go of past versions of yourself. Even though I’d changed so much about myself, even though I’d worked so hard for it, I still wasn’t sure who I was going to be or what exactly I was working toward.
