I'm asking myself this a lot lately...
Who am I?
I don't know the answer.
I've never had to really find myself. I went from being a child and teenager living with my parents, to moving out at 18 with my boyfriend...who eventually became my husband.
I chose to grow up at 18...I felt I was ready.
I decided to take on responsibilities. A home. Bills. Job. You know...The grown up stuff.
I was engaged at 19, married at 20 and owned a home at 21.
My focus was being an adult. Loving. Being a partner. I loved that life. Taking care of him, our home, bills, cooking, cleaning...I didn't mind it.
But besides from being a wife...who was I...who am I?
At 25 I became pregnant...26 a mom.
A wife...a mom....That's who I was.
But that was taken from me...the joy of being a wife and a mom was taken.
Right now...I'm still a "wife" but not really...this situation is FAR from ideal. It's pretty crummy.
I am still a mom...that's fantastic.
I love being a mom. I live and breath for my child....as does any mother. The fact that my marriage crumbled shortly after having her, in a way...she saved me.
She's my heart. She's made me stronger than I've ever imagined.
Take away being a wife and a mother....
Who is Dani??
I'm searching for myself. Who I want to be...
While I search...I'll be a momma....