Between her demanding job, her overbearing husband, and her needy children, Veronica had lost herself. Maybe her husband was right when he said her midnight walks along the shoreline were self-indulgent. But she also knew that without her “me time,” her sanity would be at risk.
She was tired of being defined by her labels: employee, wife, mother. She was more than that, and she needed this solitary, peaceful, quiet, alone time each night in order to maintain her bearings, to hang on to her individuality. She needed to remind herself that she was still a vibrant, independent woman.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Phot credit: CEAyr.