Well I think Lois pretty much summed it up. Im still working through the PTSD thing.... however I think the biggest test in how far I've come was being at his grandmother's funeral while he and OW were there, all snuggly and such. It was somewhat akward, but hells bells, are you kidding me??? I held my head up high, conducted myself like the amazing woman that I am, was looking damn good that day, laughed out loud and enjoyed myself while I was there. Had I not needed to be somewhere, I would've stayed longer! It was so good to see everyone! Screw them both and the infidelity horse they rode in on!
Now that I think about it, since I mastered being in the presence of them both, I think that anxiety is gone!!! I did it! I was able to stand in front of them with my head held high, and not feel like I was the one that lost, or the victim of their choices like I used to feel like!
Ha... well I'll be jiggered. I made it.
It doesn't stop the fact that I still miss the OLD him I remember. And yes when I see glimpses of the OLD him, it still stings a bit.
