I haven’t posted anything recently as things have been kind of hectic around here with this, that and the other going on.
Then something happened two days ago that threw me for a loop.
First let me explain a few things.
I’ve been single since 1999.
I was finally able to escape an abusive relationship (to both myself and my children) of 15 years at that time.
My son left home 4 years prior by running away and I seldom saw him if at all.
My daughter was still in high school and stayed with her mum.
My life since then has completely turned around and my kids and I look back now at what we went through and believe that we are better people today for having experienced it all.
The kids and I lived together for a period of one year after the separation - or should I say, escape.
We were so appreciative of the peace, quiet and happy times that we were finally able to enjoy and share together, not to mention the healing and talking we did.
We each have healed, grown and gotten past that awful era in our lives.
Then, on Tuesday I receive a phone call that my ex had died.
I didn’t cry, I didn’t laugh – I honestly didn’t quite know how to feel about it.
Perhaps relieved and a little sad.
He died alone in his apartment.
The reaction from my kids was relief and that I can understand.
Yesterday morning as I prayed and meditated, I wrote a letter to my deceased ex-partner.
I told him that I forgive him and I wished him well on his journey.
I crumbled up the letter and threw it into the fire.
But today if you asked me “how do you feel?” I’d have to be honest and say, “I don’t know how or what to feel.”
All I know is that it’s finally over . . . . .
Thanks for your support and for reading this. xxx