As I approach the second anniversary of the day I left, I have come to understand that, just because one relationship ends, it doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s the end of the world.
We all have the strength to rise again and find a new lover with new possibilities.
There comes that point where you live in a world of broken promises and the man you trusted with your life cannot back you up at the most basic of levels.
But it is possible to build a new life that includes that man at a more superficial level, which takes account of his failings and inconsistencies.
It’s time for us both to move on as single people.
Two years. The magic number for freedom.
It can be the beginning of a wonderful new world — or not. It all depends on how you play it within. I’ve been blessed in being able to move on. Yet, my exes in their own ways still linger in my heart a bit. I suspect they always will.
MrW, I think that’s a totally healthy state of affairs! If only more people would understand that instead of trying to replace their feelings with hate.