I have been doing a lot of reflecting lately. For the most part I think I am doing very well for where I am at in my life, but I will admit that sometimes my thoughts will wander and think of him and feel such an intense pain of sadness, it takes everything in me not to weep.
Sometimes I do let the tears fall, and others I tell myself to be strong. Not that tears are a sign on weakness, I just get tired of crying.
I've gotten better at realizing the only thing I have control of is myself, and it's easier to go through out my day with that thought.
For the most part, my life is good. The kids & I spend a lot of time together, and when they are with their Dad I spend a lot of time with my friends, or sometimes with myself doing things I enjoy doing. I have amazing, amazing friends who have been so supportive, they truly have become my family.
I spend time with my family also, but I don't discuss my sitch with them. I just prefer to keep it to myself. My family is dysfunctional on all sorts of levels (what family isn't?) and it's just easier for me to not talk with them.
"Everyone you meet has baggage. Find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack." ¤Formerly DelinquentGurl¤