Checking in from new home chaos.
I am exhausted, no doubt…but finding the joy in a house I really love. I left the old house, and realized I will not miss it at all. I wonder if I had some negative connotations attached to it. It was serious "down grade" when I bought it. I worked so hard, it drove me, gave me something to do when I was trying to recover from ex-H. But, I won't miss it.
Dignity…I've complained about this before, people assume I should SHOW that I am devastated by everything that has happened in my life. I'm just not, because I choose not to be. I am told constantly that I am an inspiration, and I don't really get it. XSO seemed to be better than most people with it, truly admired me. But the only other guy that I've seriously dated couldn't handle it.
I don't understand men at all.
me...BS, 43 years old, 2 small kids
WS, 41, multiple gay affairs
M 15 years, together 17
"For whatever we lose, like a you or a me, it's always ourselves we find in the sea" ee cummings