Walk the line…

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At this picture I walk behind my husband Bart. He is the only one I follow blind. Have never trusted someone that much, except my father. When he died at the age of 40, I was sure never to find that kind of man again. But I did. We married in ’99 and till now he is my entire world. Together with our dog Viva, we walk the line of life as a family.

I am very strong-minded. My father taught me to be a voice, not an echo. So I am. Sometimes I wished I was more easy-going. Just following the crowd. They all seem to stick together, somehow. I don’t have that glue on me, I’m afraid. I stand alone, watching… wondering why I don’t fit. A teacher ones told me that I have a beautiful life because my thoughts go deep, are strong and authentic. I hated that idea then and I hate it now. My life would be easer not being that flat-footed and extremely sensitive at the same time. But at the other hand… who I am made me stronger. Strong enough to face pain every day. Maybe my stubbornness  helps me survive the illness I’m dealing with. And together with Bart, I’m not standing alone.

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We are not made to be alone. We are made to walk the line of life with love-ones.

 

3 thoughts on “Walk the line… Leave a comment

  1. Beautiful written, Martha, the story off your life … it takes much courage to do this and maybe brings relief, but most off all you need to be a strong women to tell others about your feelings and thoughts. Huge congrats that you made this step and thank you for sharing with us. xxxx big hugs

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  2. The line of life … or the walk of life …..2 diffrent things and the same !!!! going on one line !!!!!!!!
    Whe have a lot in comment Marta …..married in ’99 …..strong mind …..stubborn…… … the 2 of you , being 1 ….
    verry nice explanation……Carine

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