Done being the strong one alone

Forty-four, I've been the strong one my whole life—oldest sibling, single mom, small business owner. I raised my son, I built a career, I held everything together. I'm single because I never made room for anyone and I'm finally ready to. I want someone who doesn't need me to be strong all the time. Someone who'll tell me to sit down and rest. I love a Sunday at my church, I love a quiet evening cooking, and I want a man who sees the woman behind the capability. I'm tired in my bones and I want someone to lean on. That is detail number 100065 about me that I have not shared with anyone else yet. I've carried enough. I'm ready to share the load.