I was asked what made me start letting go. Mostly I was going down cheeseless tunnels, right? I mean what I was doing wasn't helping the situation.
I started to ask myself some questions. Was what I was doing or not doing getting me to where I wanted to be? The answer was no, it wasn't.
He was still running...as fast as he could. I was still crying, clinging, watching for any sign that he was looking my way.
That wasn't good for anyone.
So I had start to look within. What were my contributions to the breakdown of the marriage. Now that doesn't mean that I was taking the blame for his actions. Nope. Those were all his. It meant that I had to be honest with myself. Once I owned only MY stuff, I set about trying to change those things that I felt needed changing.
And the great thing about starting that journey was, I took my power back.
I realized that I didn't have to like what he said about me and the marriage. I didn't have to agree with it all, but, I did have to hear it.
Please understand. I did not work on me with the hope that he would change his mind. Those kinds of changes don't last and they see right through them. I did this for me. I needed to take back my life
What happens then is that you see them more clearly, too. You aren't looking at them from a place of fear, but, from a place of strength.
You do you. Focus on you and your children if you have any. Leave them to their craziness.
Make the changes. Let them see strength and confidence. Feel it deep in your soul. Because you are worthy.
