I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, and decided to share. I was once a WAS.
Back in 2005, I left my H for personal reasons (I’d rather not discuss details). No looking back. I took my clothes, my computer, my cat, and that’s it. I moved out to California to live with a friend and start over fresh. I was 22 years old and didn’t care about what I was running away from. I know it hurt him, but he just let me go. I didn’t think twice about him as I tried to start my life over. Things didn’t go as planned and I ended up moving back to the east coast to stay with my dad while I tried again to start over. H and I had no contact with one another for 3.5 months. I don’t remember exactly what was said, but I remember that I received an email from H. I do remember that he asked how I was doing and genuinely seemed to care. Of course, I wrote him back and told him I was doing well – just trying to get on my feet. We kept exchanging emails back and forth, flirting a little here and there. One thing led to another and before I knew it (3 weeks maybe?), we were discussing R. I remember feeling like I was getting a new start in life. I remember how right it felt to go back into his arms.
I keep going back to this time in my life. It seemed so bright and free at first; until I realized what I was missing out on. There was absolutely nothing for me to go back to but his love. Nothing tying me to him whatsoever. I just woke up and knew.
This is proof to me that things can be turned around. We really do just have to let go. It gives me hope that one day, he will be the one to wake up.
