I always get sad when I read about someone who wants to try and find a way to live 'happily' with an active alcoholic.
I know that was never going to be the case for me.
Material things were just that, material things. Those are disposable.
What is not disposable anymore in my life is my soul, my mental health, and my physical health, and not necessarily in that order. They are all important to me.
Who would have thought that this old gal at age 50 would be in college full-time and finally working on being completely self-sufficient financially?
Who would have thought that this old gal at age 50 would be perfectly content sans a man in her life at all, let alone an active alcoholic man, and with a reasonable amount of happiness?
Personally I'm looking forward to the next chapter in my life. It's a big beautiful world out there.
