"Freedom's Just Another Word for" ...Hello...Hello?

It took Ceci another six years to get free of D1. The collection of newspapers, boxes and cans simply pushed her out of the apartment, but at least she had forced him to move up the New York City and had started a sort of career in the Theater, writing plays Off Off Off Broadway. There had also been another flirtation with a married man, but hardly a love of her life. He was hitting on every woman in the theater group to see which one would help him get out of the marriage. Ceci wasn't THAT dumb. So, she found an apartment in Montclair and left, even leaving the cat behind. It took a year to get D1 totally out of her life as he'd show up at her door, but at last she did. She said goodbye. Ever since then, it has only been goodbye. And now, the men barely noticed. The pool was dwindling and the ones still left out there had a damned good reason to be left out there. That's the thing, just when the men were feeling extra value due to their rarity, their value was dwindling because they could not commit to a woman. I think that it's not the losing that hurts, it's the goodbye. It is hard for women. It takes thought. It takes courage. And men barely notice. Men cut their losses fast and move on to the next one. And here I am again, heart in my hand, standing alone. No more men. It's time to get truly liberated. Get political. Get real. Alone.