That was my 10 year wedding anniversary, and I spent it sitting at my mother's kitchen table with a laptop and a case of beer. Sounds sad doesn't it?
I was actually chatting with many of these people here from the boards, these people that helped me save myself. I laughed so hard I cried, and then I cried for real too. But not much. It was 7 mos post bomb, 3 mos post separation ... but only 5 days before I was to reclaim my home, my routine, my life.
It could have been a very dark day. But I realized what you so completely describe above ... life does on. And then, over the next several months, I took it a step further ... life doesn't just have to go on ... I wanted to more than survive, I wanted to thrive. For me.
You are well on your path ... Keep on truckin', cause, well ... as you know ... life does go on
Peace PEI
Holding onto anger to punish someone else, is like lighting yourself on fire to get smoke in their eyes ~ 25yearsmlc
