It's hard in it's own way, but not a hard I can't handle--I still struggle with pushing thoughts of him away though. Some days are easier than others. When my parents divorced, it took me a good two decades, before I felt like I had actually healed. I suspect the same for my marriage. I'm just slow to grieve. It's easier when I'm on an even keel in my own life. Any transition or holiday brings the feelings back to the surface.
I'm relieved the girls don't have to deal with him.
My birthday is Monday. Louisa's is Wednesday. Matt's 50th is Sept. 8. I guess that's why some stuff is stirred up.
I'm experiencing now, in a very cool way, how these really terrible experiences have created a different me. I'm really proud of who I am today. Can't say it's been easy, but I prayed throughout my marriage for the life I'm leading now. That's pretty freakin weird. I prayed to be someone who was financially independent from Matt and good with money. The habits came to me in a really rough way, but it still happened. I'm beginning to see a fabulous life. I'm really proud of that.
"You know, it's times like these when I realize what a superhero I am." Tony Stark/Iron Man
“Focus on what you can do, then do it with all your heart.” Lois Wilson
