Liberation

I wasn't really going to write about the end of my relationship with a recent ex on my blog. It ended on very ugly, somewhat violent terms in September of last year. He's told anyone who would listen many lies about me, but I don't care. I know the truth and that's all that matters. If he needs to tell lies to feel better about his pathetic life, good for him.

One of his control issues was my hair.

Before I've written about how thick my hair is and with that comes the uncontrollable curls and waves.(And even John Freida can't help me on humid days) I would often joke that I was gonna cut it all off and I had even went as far as saying I was gonna shave all of my hair off. He would quickly tell me no, that I wasn't allowed to do that. At first I thought he was joking but soon I learned that he was serious.

Ok, so let me move on to the liberation. Tonight my daughter, who is a brilliant cosmetology student, and I decided it was time for a hair cut. My hair was past my waist but the ends were looking shabby from many colorings. I'm a hair color freak. If the barn needs painting, paint it.

Anyway, I sat down and let her do what she does best.

About an hour later, I had 18 inches of hair missing and I felt like I was finally totally free of him, But we're not totally finished with my hair. The hair color has gotta be touched up and there's gonna be a little something else added, too!

This is what we've got so far. I feel like I lost 50 pounds tonight: