Me too, rorty. it is strange...I am so happy to have had those moments, even though I know now it was a facade built to hide the alcoholism and the real person underneath it. And funny how at this moment, as I face "the end", I feel happy for having had the opportunity to live in that fantasy land for a while. A short while, granted, but it was worth it.
My story is not over, and I am excited for a new chapter. I will grieve the ending of this one, but it won't stop me from the next big thing. I wonder what it will be? A new job? Travel (I hope!)?
I know that right now, I have a great little house that I bought myself, two wonderful (albeit hormonal) teenage daughters who are growing up so fast, a fantastic job, and a new little puppy who is pooping all over my carpet but I actually love her anyway!
Life is good. That's the "strangely relieved" part of all of this. My gratitude list is long and meaningful. I can't complain...i am doing good right now and I am content.
Thanks all for your support! I love you guys!
~T