Photo by John Cook, c. 1994
This morning I got the “it’s really over” email from J.
You know, “it is time to cut the last strings of the marriage” and “it is time for us all to turn the page”. By which he meant, the chicky-babe is moving in. And he wanted me to hear it from him, not L.
I knew it was coming. When he asked me to come by and clear out the very last of my stuff so he could purge and redecorate, it was pretty obvious.
It’s OK. I hope I don’t run into her in the neighbourhood, but if I do, I will handle it as graciously as I can. I feel a pang, but not what I would call pain.
But yeah, it’s the end of an era.
And the beginning of a new one.
So tonight, prompted by Jen Lemen, I got to thinking about the things I forgot during my 8-yr marriage to J.
I forgot …
… that I was pretty
… that I really enjoy hanging out with smart people
… to meditate
… to suspend judgement
… that I’m not a superhero
… and I don’t have to pretend to be one
… to dance
… to ask for help
… that not everyone thinks the way I do, and that’s perfectly OK
What did you forget, but are now remembering? Please leave your answer in the comments.