50 yrs loom like the Sword of Damocles.
She is dissatisfied with life.
She runs away because she’s angry.
She’s angry because she’s afraid.
She afraid this will be her lot in life.

She’s afraid I won’t change.
She’s afraid she won’t change.
She’s afraid life will not change.
She’s afraid the horse hair will break
She’s afraid the sword will fall

Thing is we’ve both changed as a result of her decision and action.
She doesn’t see these changes and so she keeps running firm in her decision.

Fight or flight, confront the fear and change or run
Running away is easier than changing and perpetuates the myth of the victim.
Victims must have villains, so I am vilified.
History is rewritten to support the decision and justify the action.
Giving up, kicking her to the curb, quitting is easier and perpetuates the myth of the villain.

I am not the villain.
Quitting is very difficult, adapting is easier I am a stubborn SOB.
Is this a cheese less hole? No, for I am trying something new; adapting, changing me
So, I will change and keep changing.

When the sword is gone and 50 yrs has past
Will she see? Will she even look?
The changes are apparent, even to people who don’t know of this sitch. I have comments from some wondering what prompts the change.
IDK, but I do not change to show her. I change for me. If she does not see, it is her loss.

BITS
Me 55, ACK, when did that happen? Doesn't feel like 55
D 30
S 27

You create your own universe as you go along - Winston Churchill