So, it's been a while since my divorce. The first year I can't tell you what I did, where I went or what happened. I was in such a fog and was just happy to make it from one day to the next.
There was a time where when I found out that something bad had happened to my x I was ecstatic, applauded and wanted to make sure that the Karma Bus had plenty of gas in the tank so that it would keep running and would not just run over him but would even back up on him.
I recently found out that the x is again having bad things happening to him. I found that my first thought wasn't of joy and happiness. Instead I felt sorry for the guy. He's a grown man and hasn't really accomplished anything in his life. He has nothing and nor does his live in floozy.
I no longer even want to hear about his misfortunes. I don't want to know and I don't care. I have nothing but pity for him.
I told all of this to my ic. She looked at me smiled and said, b2, you have come a long way in your healing process. You are more then well on your way. I looked at her, smiled and thoughtfully responded, yes, yes, I do believe you are right.
Hmm,.... there was a time when I thought I would never get here.