A Place to Call My Own
I did it.
All mine. The responsibilities and the freedoms. I’m having the boys over for Christmas. It is so weird knowing that I say the boys, knowing you know I mean two of your boys. I’ll never forget TXR, even though he will me. I know he will remember his siblings.
Christmas is coming, like it or not. I’d rather not sink. I’d like to believe you’d rather I not sink. All of the pain and sadness will never go away, but I am willing to lean into my new reality and forge the next phase.
There is no Mr. Y and I am so very OK with that. I had to know and now… I do. I wish him well, resent his actions and love him anyway. From afar, like I am supposed to. He was the best and the worst and so was I.
Mom is coming over later. I’m going to make her dinner. I miss you and love you.
Posted on December 3, 2016, in grief, Honey Bee, Life, Love, Me, Relationships and tagged Life after Mel, Mel, my best friend. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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