And I went to the creek and let go, saying goodbye with the stone. I said goodbye to my exABF, goodbye to the love I'd hoped we had, and goodbye to the idea that I could help or save him, or anyone. And I hadn't expected this, but I also said goodbye to the idea that the only way I was loveable is to find a man who was broken and "needed fixing," when I could never "fix anyone" and that sure doesn't love myself. I cried and threw the stone in, took a short walk and my shoulders fel a little lighter.
Will feel whatever I feel today and let go.