throw me a rope

Throw me a rope.

Throw me a rope?

Thanks for the rope.

Thanks.

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.

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  1. That’s a great mantra and worth repeating when you feel regret, miss that person. You need to prepare a place in your soul for the right fit. Even if that right fit is being alone. But you never know what’s around the corner or waiting for you in the Catskills, as it were. ;)

    I have a sneaking suspicion that you are going into the next phase of your life and that it will be even better than the last one with J. Everything in the past prepares you for your future. He was meant to be there for you so that you could meet your future. I’m sure of it.

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