Yes, I've changed. Back into the person I used to be. Gauzy tops made in India with sequins and a rhinestone belt with dangling stones that hang about my hips. My nails are jewelled and I'm wearing makeup and eyeliner like there's no tomorrow.
My children think I've gone mad. They're not young enough to believe their mother is a dark fairy princess anymore. They're young ladies who dress primly and properly -all suburban. They've no idea who this woman is- this woman they feel is replacing their mother. They don't understand I'm returning to the me I was before they were born. How could they? There's no reason they should.