Throw me a rope?
I had my first ever “alone” visit with a therapist this morning. I have been on occasion with J, and many more times with L, but never have I requested a session just for me. It didn’t help my state of mind immediately, but as I repeat things to myself this afternoon, I’m getting to an OK place in this head of mine.
My new mantra re my marriage ending: “We were never a great fit anyway.” It’s absolutely true; we had far more differences than similarities. So while I will continue to grieve for some time to come, this mantra will serve as my reminder to be grateful that we are now both free.