Who am I?
Mood:  not sure
As I reflect on my own life now and the men who have been in it, I wonder who I am. I did not grow up with a father and did not meet my father until I was 28 years old. I was with the same man for 12 years. But, that has ended. So, as I reflect on my own life...I wonder who am I? I had the last name of a man I did not know as a child and still do not know that well and now I have the last name of a man who I have no connection with any longer other than that of our two children. Now, that I attempt to "move on" as everyone calls it, I have been proposed to by another man, who is great by the way! But, here I go again assuming someone else's identity. Someone may say that a last name is just a thing, but when it has no connection to you, it is different somehow. It is not just a thing. I think though, that as I think of who I am and reflect on things I lost out on and people who I lost, that it's not so bad. Especially when I look on the sweet sleeping faces of my children and then I know who I am....I am Mary Alice, their mother.