One year ago today, I kicked M out of our apartment. I sat in utter disbelief as he went from the closet to the dresser, the dresser to the closet, shoving what he could grab into a trash bag. I could not believe what his actions had set into motion.
We hugged each other, he walked out the door, and I promptly threw up.
For the next week solid, I sat in my bed. I did not eat. I did not sleep. I did not go to work. I drank wine at all hours of the day and called my friends and family, or Skyped with my sister. I stopped blogging, I stopped cooking, I stopped knitting, I stopped EVERYTHING.
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Today I hit snooze a couple of times, woke up a little later than usual, and noticed that my body is a little sore from my awesome class with the hoodlerinas yesterday. I had a green smoothie for breakfast. I sat down to blog, because my blogging mojo seems to be back in full effect. It's a beautiful morning, and my little apartment is warm and cozy. It's been a year, and my life is good. In fact, it's more than good, it's BETTER.
Today, I can say with honesty, I regret nothing.
2 comments:
Powerful post - I love all of the wonderfully positive things that you're doing for yourself :o)
True love never dies, but that doesn't mean one should drain an emotional bank to keep it on life support. Sometimes you just have to let it go. He helped you get Liam and for that you will always be tied together, however frail that tie may be. It's good that you are strong enough to do the right thing. And it's fabulous that you did it with such speed, flare, and success. I love you and I love that you are healing. Hugs and smooches.
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