It’s such a strange feeling. I don’t know if I’m doing it justice. I feel like….my life was a lie. The people I thought I knew… even the places I thought I’d visited. So many things I thought I knew, and I didn’t.
I’m not upset, I’m actually grateful for the life I had. It’s just…. a strange feeling. Sad in some ways, happy in others. I know my true happiness is with my husband and our life together.
It’s like I’ve been in this world, completely separate from the real one, without even knowing it.