Independence DayYesterday was the anniversary of the day I kicked him out. I woke up with the weight
Independence DayYesterday was the anniversary of the day I kicked him out. I woke up with the weight of what that meant. I cried while writing my morning pages letting everything I usually try not to feel come pouring out. I cant describe what it feels like to end a 15 year relationship or how bad it feels to lose the person who was half of me since high school. The closest I can come is that it feels like mourning. The person I was closest to is gone. His arms won’t ever hold me again. His last sweet surprise came and went. We won’t laugh at something silly together anymore. All the not so great stuff is in the past too. My friends, for the most part, don’t get it. How can they? They are baffled that I still cry for him. They say there is so much proof that I shouldn’t. Some of the stuff they say is helpful, other stuff not so much. I know trying to explain won’t make them see it….So, I just sat with that feeling all day. I let myself grieve. I gave myself the day. I woke up today relieved that the sad day was over. This afternoon Princess asked how I was feeling and I explained my rotten day. “Girl, it’s your personal Independence Day….”…and I realized I was too busy being sad to see things that way. To see my life how it is. I’m so happy I can see it now. -- source link
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