After the bomb I was a fearful, angry, stressed, controlling, clingy mess.
DBing gives you the tools to get over it, but in many ways I think it also delayed my getting to acceptance. I hung on to the tools far to long as a way of controlling my sitch I "if I only do this hard enough and long enough then I can turn her around". "If I can only get her to counseling, then the C will turn her around". "If she would only go to Retro then they would get her to turn around", etc. All about control.
I think the DBing stopped me from pushing my w out the door, but once her flight stalled, so did my detachment.
I am only now, a year later, STARTING to really let go.
Yep. Bingo. Ditto. Me, too What he said.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac