Well, Here We Are.
I’m Stablewife
I’ve spent a good portion of my life trying to figure out how to live it.
How to be healthy. How to be strong. How to love. How to be loved. How to recognize my own worth. How to stop looking for things outside myself that can only be found within.
How to get out of my own fucking way.
That last one has been particularly challenging.
Three marriages. Three divorces. A lifetime of experiences, some spectacular failures, a few remarkable accomplishments, and enough material to keep a therapist employed well into retirement.
And somehow, after spending most of my life searching for stability, I’ve ended up living on a horse ranch, surrounded by stables, preparing to marry the most stable-unstable man I know.
The irony is priceless.
And now I’m, quite literally, becoming the Stablewife I’ve always wanted to be.
You really can’t make this shit up.
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