.... and so far I'm doing pretty good. It's surreal, actually. In a way it seems like yesterday, in others it feels like a lifetime ago.
Mostly I'm trying to focus on the positive that came out of that day, as nuts as that probably sounds. Yes, it was the start of the most painful time in my life, but it was also the end of the second most painful time in my life: The time when I was so confused... when I felt crazy... when I felt helpless.... when I knew he was lying but his gaslighting left me doubting myself instead of him.... when life was a daily battle between the screaming gut, and the heart pleading with it to just shut the fuck up.
All that craziness ended on dday.
My life (MY life!) on hold all the time... waiting for him to call, to come home.... tears and angst as I pleaded with him to spend time with me.... utter sadness as he left anyway, always with something more important to do...
All that patheticness ended on dday.
On dday I got the truth. It was the most painful thing that's ever happened to me, but it was information I needed. That truth freed me from doubting myself. It validated everything I had been thinking and feeling for months. It gave me the strength I needed to confront him, and the true look into his soul that I needed to ultimately let him go and get on with my life. MY life.
Thank you, dday. For giving me what I needed, and setting me free from a man who is broken, and who was and IS never going to change. Thank you for not taking any longer than you did to come along, and for not waiting until I was too lost to find my way back to myself.
Me: Enjoying life
Him: Someone else's problem
Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life. ~ JK Rowling