I am very familiar with the feeling of being a third party looking on at the actors playing their roles in a drama. I felt this way a few months ago and I knew that I had truly detached.. It was amazing. I felt very peaceful and centred. I knew that I could not control the situation neither did I feel the need to.
Then I became scared that I was TOO DETACHED. I wondered if I could ever re-attach because of the extent to which I felt like I was on the outside looking in. It was a curious and unsettling thought. My H's actions did not ruffle me. I still cared but I was so detached it was unbelievable. The more I thought about my level of detachment, the more scared I became at the prospect that I would not be able to re-attach when that became necessary. Obsessing about my potential to re-attach resulted in re-attachment to the sitch. I then had to reach the stage of detachment again.
