I don’t know when my anger left or why. It is just gone.
I cannot say I forgive her for leaving.
I wasn’t given a choice about acceptance. I either accept the situation I am in and move forward or stagnate and wallow. It took a while and I grieved longer than I wish to admit.
I chose to cease wondering why? That is a long wait for an answer that don’t come.
Too fatalistic? It works for me and follows examples set by my parents
I choose to move forward, make the best of this situation and prepare to move onto a better one.
Perhaps this is acceptance. Having a label for it is less important to me than find this peace.
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