Back to Me.

So I don't have any idea who the stranger sleeping on my couch is...but I don't really know who I am either.
Somewhere along the way that man stopped appreciating me, and subsequently I stopped appreciating myself too. I used to think I was cool, funny, social, amiable...now I'm a mom. A wife. A victim of infidelity.
So who am I going to be now? Someone new...someone better. Someone undefeated by this shit that's been dumped on what I thought my life was. I'm getting back to me.
I am a mom...I am a wife...I am someone who will live through infidelity. Why? Because I'm better than this. I deserve more than this. I can honestly say I feel like I am a good wife, a good mom. I'm not perfect, no one is, and I do make mistakes but I don't feel I could try much harder.
I'm eating better, I'm buying myself new clothes finally, I'm exercising, I'm remembering who I was...I'm realizing that to be my best for everyone else, I need to live for me too. Will my marriage survive? I don't know. But whether it does or doesn't, I will. And I'll come out of this a little less trusting, a little less laid back...but I'll come back to me.