I hear the same advice from every corner:
It's not my fault.
I did nothing wrong.
I'm doing everything right.
I'm better off.
Better now than later.
Give it time--it will get better and I'll find someone better.
Everyone means well, but what they don't want to say is that no one can say or do anything to actually make it better. I can't see past the pain. I've never felt so incompetent in my life. Being alone is excruciating-- for the first time in my life, I want to have someone around at all times.
Right now I'm a zombie, a zombie who wears her wedding band on her right hand to remind herself of strength, courage, promise, possibility.
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