An observation . . .

Gazing down at her fidgeting hands, slowly she speaks, deliberate with her words, she shares her story; a lifetime of being good, being perfect, first as a young girl in an abusive, alcoholic home and then as a wife to an alcoholic. Her childhood taught her the lessons of love, be good, be loved. She paid her dues. Compliance, perfection, and denial of her needs and dreams guaranteed her a lifetime of love. Surely, love’s light would shine on her, forever . . . a reward.

Without warning her husband declares, his dreams do not include her. The woman she had imagined, invented and perfected for him, was not at all the woman he wanted. How did she miss that detail? She could not accept his decision; she tried, and tried harder to be the woman he desired, but it was over. He decided. She grieves her loss, wrestles with change, learns to adapt, reflects and grows. She becomes her true self. She smiles. Her story is not my story, still I feel connected to her, and I go to sleep thinking about her and her story.

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Published by Christine Amoroso

I am a sister, mother, nonna and loyal friend. I am most proud of these relationships. They are my greatest accomplishment. In 2017 I took a leave from a 20 year career in education, the last 14 years as a school administrator. I sold everything I owned and moved to Italy to write and have a little adventure. I returned a year later with the manuscript for my first book, a memoir, Bare Naked in Pubic. I'm thrilled to announce it was published by Torchflame Publishing (an imprint of Top Reads) in July 2024. I love writing. It has helped me organize my thoughts and work through some pretty tough life lessons. It was writing that gave me the courage to change my life for the better. I encourage everyone to tell and share their stories. It's the only way we can find our way back to each other. Thanks for stopping by :-)

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  1. There’s something here that connects so many of us — and not all women, as strange as that seems. It’s the emotions deep at the heart of the woman that connects us, and the emotions are neither male nor female. That story nearly brought me to tears because no matter what others want us to be, we can only be who we are, for better or for worse.

    To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight… (e.e. cummings)

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      1. And yet at the same time most of us are desperately AFRAID of being seen for who we are for fear that others won’t like us at all then. Quite a conundrum, isn’t it… Went to bed last night wondering if I feel I even have the RIGHT to just be who I am when my family needs me to be someone else who doesn’t inconvenience them…

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  2. Thank you for sharing. Trying to be someone I’m not to please others has always left me feeling empty. I’m no longer a young man and I’ve decided that I will live the rest of my life according to my desires. I had to learn the hard way that alone and happy beats being with someone and unhappy. I truly hope to meet someone that can accept me for who I am, but if that doesn’t happen I can still be comfortable just being me.

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