I finally broke through to the “acceptance” stage of grief.
She made a point to bring her new boyfriend by my office door and had a gawky conversation using a voice and words that sounded like awkward daytime script. Forced playfulness for the benefit of the audience.
I felt no pain. No sadness. I just kept working.
Ten weeks. It took ten weeks to be set free from her toxicity. I feel as though I pushed through a terrible membrane, and now I’m breathing. Fresh air.
I see her for who she really is now. I finally see what my friends warned me about when I first started dating her. It’s like using my eyes for the first time.
I have so much that I want to say, but I haven’t slept much in ten weeks and I’m exhausted. It’s time to get some peaceful sleep.
So I will just say that I’m so grateful that it’s over. I learned so much about myself over the last year. More later.