Surprisingly, I’m doing well under the circumstances I’ve been put under. I really thought that after the affair situation came out, I would be spiraling—but I’m actually doing extremely well. And before anyone asks… yes, I was the other woman, and yes yes, shame on me. But also, shame on the man. That’s beside the point.
Let’s talk about the good. I’ve been running again, reading, and crocheting. It’s like I’ve been given so much of my time back, and my thoughts are mine again. I don’t feel like someone is consuming me. I didn’t realize how much misery I was living in.
I thought being around him was the best thing ever, but now it’s clear he stole my independence. Silly me—always letting a man take my mind.
But now that it’s over, I refuse to give him anything more. I thought losing him would be more crushing, but I’m not drowning anymore. The weather is getting warmer, and the sun is so much brighter. I ACTUALLY SLEEP!!! I sleep—which is crazy, because I used to be up until 5 a.m. for this man, talking about nonsense. My dark circles are becoming nonexistent.
Not only that, but I have almost one month until I’m back in Tennessee to see all my friends and my dad. I just know the feeling of being home will be impeccable.
Side note: I’ve been loving veggies lately. I chopped up like five different vegetables and have a tub of black bean hummus in my fridge. Hopefully I don’t shit from all the fiber.
This post is kind of all over the place and I don’t have much else to say… no deep message, no immense sadness—just a train of thoughts that kinda left me.
Let’s just say: I’m happy.