I'm kind of proud of myself. My late husband hurt me in the worst way possible. Yet I forgave him.....twice. I was maybe about 85% healed when we found out he had terminal cancer. I walked through hell. With him at first, and then holding him up for the last 4 months. I held his hand while he died, which was a VERY difficult thing for me to do. I honored him with a party while he could still appreciate it, that featured friends and family telling him how much he had meant to them. And then put on a lovely memorial after he died.
I am still grieving for him. I had a crying jag yesterday. I have worried about how those might affect my guy/boyfriend/lover. He says "Call me so I can come over and hold you while you cry, and you need to cry." Yesterday I did and he did.
But I am a tough and resilient woman. My gut is pretty well educated. And I have been choosing to be happy my entire life.
The start of my new love was very - VERY - confusing to me. But with much thought I decided to go for the gusto. I've been doing that my entire life and see no reason to change at age 64.
After winter comes the spring....
In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer..Albert Camus
***Used to be hit-by-a-train***