Gold Meadows

Free or Fettered? That is the Question

Divorcee? One painstaking inhale, and I sniffed it on my skin. He wasn't exactly present, loving, or emotionally available, but at least I belonged; at least he was familiar. On April 17, 2018, I officially belonged to someone I no longer knew...myself. My own ambiguity walked over to me as I wept on the carpet, and it sat on my chest. Roots were all I desired. To feel home wrap around me like a crocheted blanket, a keepsake from grandma drenched in memories made, became my longing for myself and my three children.