The worst part is my guilt. Grrrrrr... Reliving every stupid thing I did or didn't do over the last 6 months, year, 20 years. Sure, I probably wasn't as attentive as I should have been, and didn't tell her all those great things everyone likes to hear, but I felt the same way. The only thing that consoles me is that I didn't run away. Forgiving myself my part in this mess is vital.
Think of all that past stuff just as if you are driving on a freeway. You were just drving along, spacing out .. neglectful and you missed your exit. There is that impulse to slam the brakes but you know better, all you can do is safely merge over to the right ... and get off on the nearest exit ... mentally label this as DB Ave. Your GPS will re-route .. you will still get there, but you have to trust the GPS now as you are in an unfamiliar neighborhood.
