Me: Enjoying life
Six years ago today I said "I do" to a man I never really knew. I was so happy. I thought I'd found my forever, finally. I had no idea I was committing my life to someone who would turn out to be the worst person I've ever met.
One year ago we "celebrated" with a very awkward and non-romantic dinner date. He was so distant and cold, well into his affair and no doubt wishing he was anywhere else. I knew we were having problems but I had no idea what was truly going on.
This year I'm single. Alone, yes. But I also don't have all the nagging doubt and misery I was battling on this day last year. Feeling like the marriage was dying and being totally helpless to save it. This year its cut and dry. The marriage is dead. Buried. Grass has grown back over the gravesite and it's not a fresh, gaping wound anymore.
I'm glad to get another "first" behind me. First Valentines and first birthday last month sucked. This is actually a piece of cake compared to that double-whammy.
The rest of the day is full. I'm working now and this evening (like most Mondays) I'm doing two classes at the gym with some friends: strength training followed by Zumba. Of course, the day ain't over yet...but so far I think I'm doing okay.
Him: Someone else's problem
Follow your heart, but take your brain with you. ~ Alfred Adler
Letting go of the outcome is about the most empowering thing you can do for yourself. ~ LosferWords