I've rebuilt my life. Yes, with a lot of help, support, and love from my family, friends, and all y'all. But I did it. My old life imploded, and from the wreckage I created a new, better life. One that focuses on me. One that is authentic. One that suits me much better than the old one, as it turns out.
Even now, it is/I am a work in progress. But that's what life is. A moving, fluid thing that we all go through. There is potential, and possibilities, and choices and chances to take. The kind of life we have is up to us. I choose to make my life as positive and happy as I can. I choose to be authentic, and feel the emotions I feel, and deal with them. I am grateful that I got a chance at a "do-over" when I am at an age when I can fully appreciate how wonderful life is supposed to be.
I had the strength to make it through the shitstorm, and I came out of it a happier, better person. No question about it - I win!
"Oh, why do my actions have consequences?" ~ Homer Simpson
"She knew my one weakness: That I'm weak." ~ Homer Simpson
I am thriving and happy. I truly feel like I came through the mess of infidelity with a better life than I ever could have had with him. Life is so much better now.
I feel like in a couple more years, all this hard work I'm putting into my new life is going to start paying dividends. In a way, I've been given the gift of a 'do-over.' Life with ex-shat would have been, well, shit. But having a chance to live an authentic life where I just get to be me...that's pretty awesome.
Thank you for posting. It does help to hear that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
You're an interesting species, an interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable is each other. - Contact
Status - In D.
You can see more of my story on my blog here: http://thatcraftylunchlady.com/?p=833
"Never give up hope and let time heal you"
Me - 36 BS
Him - doesn't matter
I had a conversation with a friend today who is the mom of a friend of my sons. She has no problems asking my kids what's going on or how they feel, and since ds22 is at her house a lot, she's apparently heard a lot about ex & wifetress. Way more than I have, because I deliberately try to avoid asking my kids about what goes on at their other parent's house.
So um, I knew ex had gotten all kinds of stupid, what with the cheating on me and then leaving me for OW, but damn, hearing stuff my son has told my friend about wifetress...
yep, they really do affair down. Like, he had filet mignon and now he has roadkill affair down.
Not that I needed any proof that I came out the winner in all this, but... yeah, I may be gloating a bit over here, after all.