I got told I was “weak” because I walked away by some – others said I just wasn’t “tough enough” to handle it.
It wasn’t a question of tough – it was a question of strength.
At the time, mentally, I wasn’t strong enough. My mind was reeling – my marriage, which I had thought would last forever, was in shambles. I never expected my husband to leave. But, that’s what went down.
Time heals all wounds and I believe this to be true. Strength on my part has grown. The strength to stay in my current capacities with the Lafayette Brawlin’ Dolls (announcer) and the Naptown Roller Girls (DNN internet broadcaster). Both teams have embraced me and I thank God for that.
Tough isn’t clocking a girl in the face. Tough is still standing at the end of the game, even if you got your ass handed to you. Strength is looking your enemies in the face and knowing you’re better off without them in your life. Strength is standing before a crowd filled with people you know have called you names and still rocking it, on or off the track.
So maybe they are the same.
On a final note, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that a good friend of mine who has faced her own share of struggles recently began dating someone nice (and it says so on a certain social networking site).
She gives me hope for my own romantic future (non-existent though it might be now).