Hi GH & PArob, I was so glad to hear from you this morning. I had a little bit of a rough night - the cat was dancing on my head at 4 am and after that the wheels starting turning in my head and I couldn't sleep. So hearing your reassurances that I'm doing good really really made a difference for me this morning.

The triggers are tricky, aren't they? GH has those reappearing t-shirts that smell like someone else. That's tough. This OW has entered my H's life with an "angel" theme, and it really pushes my buttons. I like angels. And now when I see angel statues and decor (especially when I am with my H) I think, I wonder if he is thinking about HER when he sees that. Because I am. And it makes me mad, like she took something precious, something sacred, and claimed it from my life. Makes me feel like a victim. Well, I'm claiming it back. I am reading a book right now about angels and angelic presence in your life. We all have guardian angels, and other spirits guiding us and watching over us. I claim that divine love for my life, and I'm willing to acknowledge it for everyone. We all deserve to love and be loved, we all need to feel cared for and watched over. Definitely my H. Even the OW. Me too These angels are just a symbol of what was missing, love and caring and comfort and understanding and compassion. And I'm claiming it back, for me, and for my M, and for anyone who wants in.

If any of you have thoughts in this regard, about how to detach even further from those things that trigger us, let me know. I never realized how much symbolic things affect me. I should have known, I'm actually very sentimental. I read on someone else's post that her H made a CD for his OW with some of "their" songs on it, including the song they danced to at their wedding. I am not sure how I could stomach that.

So managing triggers. Question for all of you out there: What are your triggers, and what do you all do to manage the triggers when they hit you?


PositivelyListening
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When one door of happiness closes, another one opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us. - Helen Keller