I’m no one’s wife.
I am me.
Recently my husband found out something exciting about a friend of mine’s husband. “When she comes to our party we can introduce her as the wife of the foremost downwind sail maker in the world!” he effused.
“We could introduce her as herself,” I said.
I am no one’s wife. I am me.
I am someone’s wife. But that is not who I am.
I am someone’s mother. But that is not who I am.
I am someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, someone’s friend.
Even taken all together that is not who I am.
I am me.
When you meet me, please remember this.
