You can read my, all too familiar, story in my profile but here it is in a nutshell:
I found out. I cried, screamed, and begged. He left that night without a second thought, without looking back for a second.
I've done pretty well. I think I've mastered the 180 (could not have done it without you). I've dated - not disastrous but not great either. Time to focus on me. (Yes I know. You told me so, and you were right.)
I can clearly and logically see that I am better off in every possible way than I was while I was married to him.
So why? Why have I suddenly started to have nightmares about them again. Why have they begun to sneak into every thought in my every waking moment?
I was on the fast track to healing and moving on when I ran full speed into D-day anniversary.
At the end of this month will be one year.
I might be okay that day. I may not even remember until late in the day, I do, after all, have a very fulfilling and busy life. But I like to plan ahead.
Can anyone please share with me their first d-day anniversary experience, good or bad? Can you make some suggestions for how to spend the day and what to expect? It's a work day and I'm considering taking the day off.