I need to do the final bit of letting go, don't I? To absolutely accept that the person who loved me stopped loving me and wants a life without my face in it. To trust God that, even though it hurts, I deserve a person who loves me without reservation and who sees me as a joy and a blessing.

I guess it's just hard because I honestly believed that was what I had for a very long time, and I thought that kind of love was worth ignoring the age difference.


Me: 53 H:38
T:20 M:14
BD ILYB etc 10/15, H diagnosed severe depression
S 1/16
PA 4/16
H filed 1/17