Eventually I laid down on the couch and started tearing up. No sobbing, just tears and I just accepted...she's gone, she's where she wants to be, I can do nothing about it. It was a big "aha" moment that came on it's own...not a verb where I chose to do it, it just came.
This comes to me all the time. My H is gone. He is doing whatever he wants, and he doesn't care one whit about what I am doing, how or why. And I have no control over that. I accept that is reality. But I don't view that as letting go. I still love him. His actions and words still affect me.
I am doing all the things you suggested . . . moving forward with my life, and letting him do his thing.
It's just that everyone keeps telling me to let him go and I don't know what that means.
me: 44 XH: 42 M 11 years D10 and S8 Bomb drop 9/27/13 D final 7/1/14
