Stages of grief

[Painter]

Ginger, H would never tell me I was stupid. He would mock the people I was with or interacted with, but it was more that he wanted to separate me from them, maybe? I realize more and more that he is very driven by jealousy and fear of being abandoned.

The more clarity I get about this, the less hurt and sad I feel. I still have some anger and bitterness, but it's fading, too.

I have explored a very exciting opportunity today... going back to college! Some research and talking to different people at the school helped me set up a track that I think will be very rewarding and not too overwhelming. And professionally worthwhile. And forward-moving.