Hello friends,

Tomorrow is a new month. Summer is around the corner. Time flies, especially as we get older, it just feels as if it moves by faster and faster. The last several years I have felt stuck in what feels like a holding pattern -- as if once I get through this hard time, I can breathe and start living again. I think that's not true tho. Life was then just as much as it is now. Things can get worse just as easily as they can get better. We've got to keep living today and not just while looking ahead.

Grace, I was very firm with my H during our separation that he was not to bring our kids anywhere near OW. Could I actually control that? No. Did I try? Abso-fing-lutely. That entire situation was so toxic and would have hurt the kids more to be involved in it. Fortunately he never did subject them to it. Not only would it have hurt/confused them, but it would be one more pile of chit we would need to shovel through now. And speaking of chit, I saw XOW recently. I was actually with H. She just walked on by with her OM2. I can just see the regret all over Hs face. This lady is no prize! I don't feel much of anything or strong triggers -- but they all look dumb to me -- just foolish really -- my H, her, and the loser OM2 that is still with her. I'm sure its a matter of time before she finds a replacement for this guy.

A good friend is going through a break-up right now. I feel for him. He is so focused on her and what could have been. It just seems so simple to me now. He thinks she's is making a mistake. He sees her issues and why she is running. But understanding HER doesn't bring her back, it just keeps him attached and prevents him from moving on. The same goes for accepting his own blame in it.

You can't bring people back no matter how hard you try. When someone doesn't want you, just let them go. That's all you can do. Over time these things sort out and even they will see it differently.

Blu


“Forgiveness liberates the soul. It removes fear. That is why it is such a powerful weapon.” – Nelson Mandela