It’s been a long three months my friends.
So long that I wish I had a better story to tell as to how this blog – one that started with so much fist punching dating anarchy ended up buried.
Did she meet someone?
Did she get married?
Did she start dating?
Did she die?
Then why did her blog?
I never had trouble expressing my feelings and thoughts about love. Brutally honest to a fault at times, this blog gave me the courage to discuss the men, the life lessons and the honest truths that I believe to be true. All that courage that helped me feel powerful instead of another victim on cupid’s list.
At least I felt like I was – my own version of a riot girl who didn’t care what people thought, argued with anyone (and everyone) who tried to push their points and blogged my way to what I felt was dating gospel in the year 2015.
Then something else happened. Something not related to dating or men and suddenly I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t want to talk or write or argue because I was suddenly embarrassed and depressed about what happened to me. After months of friends saying, “It’s so courageous to talk as you do,” “You’re really putting it all out there, aren’t you?”
Suddenly there was something that I didn’t want to talk about and I didn’t want to discuss.
I had found my boundary that I didn’t even know existed. I had found that one thing about life that I didn’t want to discuss or talk about.