So we're 14yrs out from d-day for 1A. I was taking classes towards getting my N.C. Teacher's Certification during the A and d-day.
I have crystal clear memories of many things during that time. Time spent with xOw1, red flags, gut feelings and so on. I remember the classes and their assignments. Well, I remember two classes. Apparently I took four, failed one. I took a psych class. I remember having a project to do where I had to break a habit. I chose to stop nagging MrH about how he acted towards other women. A former teacher of his that he was still in touch with, waitresses and xOw1.
When d-day happened and I was falling apart, I remember my professor talking to me at her desk. She mentioned that reading my paper about breaking habits she had the feeling that MrH was the one who acted inappropriately, not me. I wonder if the 4.0 I got in that class was a pity A?
The other class I took during the aftermath of d-day was a tech class. Anyone who knows me knows I enjoy using technology. I've always used it, even when the average teacher wasn't. I remember building a website. I remember being tempted to put in a hidden link to info about xOw1 and her homewrecking behavior. I didn't. I don't think I did.
The number this did on me...I don't remember two of the four classes. I don't remember getting a report card and failing the tech class. I don't even remember what I did or didn't do to fail the class!
Somehow I put one foot in front of the other and passed classes I don't even remember taking. Somehow I did or didn't do something to fail a class I should've aced. It's like I wasn't even there.
It's funny how those few lines of text on my transcript tell so much that I can't even remember about something that influenced my life so much.
I feel like puking."Being in love" first moved them to promise fidelity: this quieter love enables them to keep the promise. *CS Lewis*
❣Your soulmate is the person who helps grow your soul into a better being rather than tearing it down❣