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This is it. The Song.
I don’t really do karaoke all that often, but when I do — I sing this Gloria Gaynor song. To a standing ovation.
Let’s be clear — I have no singing voice whatsoever. My ex-husband once told me — “Ann — don’t sing to the kids — they’ll think it’s supposed to sound like that.”
But when there is a room full of mostly drunk women — No. One. Cares.
We hear the tune and we know — We are a Sisterhood Of Survivors.
Because we all have had This Man in our lives.
The Man who walked away from us.
The Man whose departure tore a hole right straight through us.
The Man who didn’t even look back.
The Man we thought we’d never get over — and then — we DID.
The Man who taught us how very strong we were.
The Man who tried to break us with goodbye.
The Man who came back thinking we were still the Same Woman he left behind.
The Man who turned us into Survivors.
It only takes the first few notes and Every. Woman. In. The. Bar. is with me. On her feet.
Because — We will survive. We have survived. Hey, hey…
