Here's a story...of a very sad lady

[Dagny-2]

I've been thinking about this all day, is it fear or love? Or both?

I am fearful of failure, I don't like to fail, I don't like to give up.

I am fearful of having my standard of living so drastically reduced. I'm fearful of not having enough money to support myself and my boys.

I am fearful of being lonely, of having no one to call for help, of being sick without anyone to help.

I am fearful of never being loved again. Of never having someone "have my back"


I am fearful of being divorced, of being perceived as an angry, bitter woman. Of being an angry, bitter woman.

So those were what came to me today as I tried to honestly look at everything. So how do I separate what is fear and what is love? Can someone really love someone enough to let them go be with OW? To pursue their happiness with them?

Dagny