I love you guyz.
Hang in there, TM (I'm going to call you that today, because it makes me think of om and inner peace and Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, minus the sexual harassment part)
Here's a funny thing I logged in my journal the year I split from my latest snotty XA. I started keeping track of how much time transpired between me being triggered by his quacking, and me realizing that I was being triggered, and righting myself. Essentially, the time gap between being punched and regaining my balance:
- Initially, pre-recovery, it took dayyyyyyys.
- Then, I notice after I practiced detaching for a while, I see where it's several hours.
- A few months later, it's just a few minutes later.
- One day, out of the blue, it takes just a couple of seconds and I tell him to blow it.
- Then it's mid-sentence -- he doesn't even get to get it out of his mouth.
- And finally, he doesn't even get the chance to talk to me about anything.
(Kind of a "negative time elapsed" 
) Harder with kids and money in common, but not an impossible goal.
Above me, I see today it took approximately 27 minutes for you to find your feet and blow him a big raspberry.
You're a hell of a quick study.
Off to yoga with you, yogini.
