I put on make-up and my other face. I go through life pretending that everything is wonderful. I laugh, I joke, I play. I say all the right things. I act more confident than I really am.
But the truth is that I am completely lost and weary.
I'm lost because I feel that I don't belong where I am. I have a new job, and I love my husband, but everything else is nonessential.
I'm weary of not having people who truly care about me. There are very few people who talk to me other than to find out what I can do for them.
This, I suppose, is my proverbial fork in the road.