Isolation is a tricky deal. Protective. Giving up the opinions of others is freedom. Telling every man to ###$ off is also a bonus. Taking down all the nakedness a choice for many reasons. And now in the stripping process I look around and see very little in my way. I see less clutter on many levels.
I think great, I am safer, stronger and more stable. And then I remember what happens when a man isolates a woman and I get scared. I try not think about it in that way. It is NOT that way. My stability shaken. I will blame poor thinking at 2:40 in the morning. I will blame slight jealousy. My little girl felt as if she was not the first and that made me sad. Now is not the time for doubts. My birthday demons need to shut the fuke up. I want to run and hide.

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