“[As i look back over my life…] I was just another part of the dance.
Its all i ever wanted. ”
With that i could wind up my blogging career or change the subject. When i was a young girl in high school nobody wanted to dance with me..
I remember the song “Dance With Me” playing in rhe pizza parlor in town, i was sitting wirh a group of girls. The song caused me such longing
After a while i went alone to dances at the boys school and the boys ignored me. Now i understand that i ddnt wash. I also couldnt dance.
In Florida i had a psychotherapist who danced with me in a wheelchair in my mind. Over the years there were compensations. I would like to be able to say that my ex husband was rhe greatest and it is true that he was; but we are working out some problems in the relationship. We are talking; but not much.
So yes. Its all come out in the wash.
All my life i thought, people say im pretty and i know im snart, whats so bad about me that i feel so bad and dont have any friends?
And then i knew in words what the problem was ( the sexual injurues and all the attending problems), but i didn’t connect in my heart. Ive connected with my therapist on sexual abuse. Finally. It took 35 years.
I believe its smoorh sailing from here.
Un.Bon.Mot 