I keep expecting to feel that twinge of fear or that feeling in the pit of my stomach that I have lived with for soooo long. It hasn't came yet. Hopefully it won't. I am done being scared of what will happen when what has been happening sucks beyond all measure. It's past time for it to stop.
I don't know if I can save my M. I do know, finally, that I can save myself. I refused to see that this is really all about becoming a better person. I was so wrapped up in my fears of losing my W. I should have been a quicker study and things might have worked out differently. I know it's not over yet, but I am okay either way.
For the first time I can honestly say that and mean it. I am okay, fine, good, great either way.
