I am not the same woman that he married
I was free and fun
My new focus was making life better for my husband
We were partners ready to take on the world
Hopes and plans gave way to cold realities
The stresses and struggles of life left their marks
I am not the same woman that he married
I am the woman that gave of my own body to make him a father
The transformation of one becoming two, becoming three, becoming four
Giving way to new hopes and plans and fears and stresses
My focus shifts from one to several important people
Energy becomes a precious commodity
Spontaneity must give way to a game plan
I am not the same woman that he married
Motherhood has left its mark
Age has left its mark
Life has left its mark
My body has become a roadmap of our journey together
I am not the woman that he married
I am weathered and refined by life
I am not the same woman that he married
I am stronger, more beautiful, more caring, more committed, and more of a partner than she ever was
So no, I am not the same woman that he married
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So relatable! Thanks for sharing your thoughts.