Here it is March 2, 2017 and I have been legally single for six years and a day. Happy anniversary. What a journey it has been. Time has gone by so fast. At the beginning, I actually thought I would never get to this point. Actually not caring about my ex. I wish her well, but what happens to her is so inconsequential to me at the point. Some of my fiends think that is callous and shallow. So be it.
I will wear the callous coat with pride. People heal in all sorts of different ways. What works for one, may not work for another. Survival mode at it's finest.
Shanita....
Happy anniversary babe. I'm feeling you in this one. One of the perks of our age is the long view. Sure break ups hurt. But unlike our twenties when there is no end to the pain in sight, in our 50's we KNOW there is a light at the end of the tunnel and recovery is just a process. So you bore witness to my breakup with bad Santa. You metaphorically held my hand and offered up your shoulder. Now in looking back I wonder what all the fuss was about. The freedom that not giving a flying fuck brings. My only regret is the time I invested and the regret itself. So here's a toast to moving on and to quote the late Jackie Gleason, "how sweet it is!!!!"
David.....
Not giving a care is the best way to get past it along with time. Time is the icing on the cake. And you are right, the pain is not so bad as you get older and wiser. But, the pain is still there and you must deal with it. My favorite way to deal with it is to stay busy, forget that person that was no good for you in the end. As for the time invested... that person came into your life for a reason, either good or bad. We should always learn from all our experiences either positively or negatively. You have to learn somehow. Sometimes life is the best teacher.
Two months later.... 5.29.17.. the callous coat is not as thick. Wishing her even very well... it that is possible. Hummmmmmm?
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