Quick update.

Haven't had any contact with W since Tuesday last week-that was about a bill. I am doing very well, GAL, Detached, LIVING.

I feel as if I am almost detached completely. I said last week that I was done, and I still feel that way.

I didn't think I would ever get to this point, but I have.

The angst, the dread, the constant pulling me back into the sitch, are gone. I don't LIVE for contact with her.

One of the great things that happened to me through this process is that I am now a WAS. I dropped the rope and began living. Now, to be honest, my W hasn't become a LBS. She is still in WAS mode, and you know what? I'm good with it. I KNOW now that I will survive this painful process, and as a matter of fact, I will THRIVE through it.

I have come to the conclusion that the most successful way to get through this process is to become a WAS. Turn it right back around. BECOME a WAS. No matter what it takes. No matter how much it hurts. No matter how strange it feels. No matter how much your instincts tell you to keep begging, pleading, crying, sniveling, belly aching - IT DOESN'T WORK!

Become what your WAS is. Not mean, or nasty, or spiteful. Rather, what you should exude is this: YOU ARE JUST FINE WITH THEIR DECISION. Fine, no problem, GO, I'm gonna be just fine without you. And then DO IT. Lovingly DETACH.

It's easy to say it. It's easy to write it here on these boards. But for your own self-preservation, your own self-worth, your own dignity, you MUST DO IT.

If you can somehow conjure up the cajones to do it, you WILL thrive through your sitch.

THIS Soldier chooses to LIVE!!!


"embrace the suck" - Coach
"don't go all "Melty Man" on us" - Puppy
Let Go and Let God
Finally "Got It" - 15 Jan 2010

SoldierDad