"You can't ride two horses with one ass, Sugarbean." ~Sweet Home Alabama~
I'm not sure when it happened, or why it happened for that matter, but at some moment in the last two months...my life became a movie...cue the lights...roll the credits...Whitney's riding two horses with one ass and it's a helluva show...
And I'm the star.
And I'm not Bridget Jones enough to find a fine British gent to rescue me.
And I'm not Elle Woods enough to bluff my way out of it.
And I'm not Cinderella enough to believe that Prince Charming is the guy holding the glass slipper.
Nope.
Not me.
I'm more of the Scarlett O'Hara character...I'll think about all this drama surrounding me tomorrow...never you mind that Tara's about to burst into flames and I've buried 2 husbands, 2 parents and my only child and my sweet Rhett is running out the door. No, no...I'll think about it tomorrow.
But tomorrow's closing in on me and I still don't have a solution. And really, I'm no closer to a solution than I was yesterday...or the day before yesterday.
I'm just as confused and scared and unsure as I was when I saddled up those two horses. And my ass is getting sore. And I gotta pick a horse to finish the race with. And I gotta do it quick.
But I'll think about that tomorrow.
2 comments:
You forgot Lois Lane, my little "damn girl in distress" or is it "damsel"? Oh well, Tomato, tomato... I know neither of your "horses" are super heros, but I still like to think of them in red tights and a ragged towel cape. You'll make the right decision - but just read "The Road Less Traveled" by Frost one more time. ~Lynette
I am so glad that I kept my one horse under my one ass. I do not envy your position of having to make such an incredible decision. Listen to your heart and no that NOTHING concerning relationships is certain. Marriage is a gamble and you just hope that the dice land in your favor! If not, your friends are always around the table cheering you on or advising when you should walk away. - Kristi J.
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