Heartbreak.
It’s actually two months old.
But I found this site again and reread a bunch of stuff. Oh my.
Dr. P pointed out once that if I’m trying to learn from all this just in hopes of preventing myself from heartbreak, that’s not a guarantee. Or something like that. Guess she was right. I thought I learned a bunch. I think I did. But I’m back here again, heart broken all over again.
It’s been two months of daily tears. Buckets of tears. But I actually think last week things shifted. With Purim perhaps and I’m finding little tiny moments of hope that are about me and my life and not wishful thinking about him. That’s really not going to happen. I see that more clearly now after this weekend which will help me move on perhaps.
