Half empty vs. half full. The latter use to describe my outlook to the point my H accused me of having my head in the sand. Boy, how this situation has changed me in that regard. I'm really fighting to be my true self. My H, on the other hand is the ultimate pessimist. Living with him was like living with Chicken Little - the sky was always falling. I'm sure this is due to his unstable and abusive childhood. Unfortunately, that's the reason he fled. He didn't believe things could ever be better, so he left and made them worse. It never occurred to him to talk to me about how he was feeling, because in his mind talking about problems meant our relationship was broken and unfixable. So he made a unilateral decision and altered four lives.
Anyway, thanks for the reminder, snodderly. I do want to be optimistic. It feels better.
