It's been 2 months since the ripping-a-bandaid-off-at-high-speed ending of my relationship.
Does it hurt in the split second after the bandaid is removed? Because it bloody well hurts in the moments after.
I've been on auto-pilot until today. Just getting on with getting on and thinking of the million ways I could see the silver lining. And then I revisited this post on the blog of the darling, inimitable Sas. And, for only the second time since he left, I cried that cry; the one that leaves my stomach hurting, my face red and swollen, the one that gets the toxic ick out.
But this is good, right? It's good to grieve, to lament the loss of dreams and a whole world. Right?
4 comments:
better to grieve, than lock up the hurt that will only come back to bite you when you lest expect it.
Look forward to seeing you and Remy tomorrow, lets hope the weather is as good as today!
Lots of love to you my friend. A treasure is off in the post to you tomorrow :) xxx
I'm so sorry you're going through this. There will be a light. Kia Kaha - you have many people thinking of you, sending their love and wishing you well on this painful journey.
Wow, I just found Sas today, through another blogger. Small world.
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