Am I Chasing Fool’s Gold?
the terrifying space between “trusting yourself” and “questioning everything.”
He used to tell me all the time that single women die alone.
Every single time he said it, it pissed me off.
Not because I believed him.
Because a small part of me feared he might be right.
The statement lingered longer than I’d ever admit. It followed me through relationships, through breakups, through nights where silence felt louder than company. It sat in the back of my mind for years until a hospital room finally forced me to confront it.
