For the past month or so life has been falling apart (or maybe into place). Setting me up to be alone. But also sending me various messages--"I'll be ok alone. I can do it alone. And if you think about it you're never really alone." As yet another person
I'm scared sh*tless. This morning in the car on the way back from Memphis I had a Bridget Jones moment. You know...THIS. There were some tears. But I'm also grateful. And humbled. I'm alone. And I'm not falling apart--at least not completely. I come home to a empty house. I curl up with me. And I make it. I'm going to gather every little bit that I have left and I'm going to finish this thing All by myself.
One by one I've lost relationships over the past few years. Some needed to be lost. Others I mourned and am still mourning. One I don't know if I'll ever understand what really went wrong. At some point I'll have to truly consider my part in all this--how do I end up the hurtee in so many situations? What am I doing wrong? This latest situation has been the worst. I want to change it, but I can't. And while I'm literally alone, I also feel alone in my hurt which sucks even more...
But I'm reminded of a favorite line from a favorite movie, The Joy Luck Club:
Losing [him/her] does not matter. It is YOU that will be found and cherished.
So when I feel the tears come, I think about what I'm gaining...That's all I can do at this point. And think about how good it is going to be on the other side of this...
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