I'm not crazy
I may be sick, but I'm not crazy. The grapevine has confirmed my x's relapse. I'm not crazy, and I am not surprised.
I'm just not there yet. That place we all come to SR to find.
Where we look at what we see, and accept it as reality.
Where we realize that there's nothing that could have been done--or undone--to prevent it from happening.
Where we realize that our ex is our ex. And not our business anymore.
Where we learn that who we think we could be and who we are are not always congruent.
Where we understand that our gut is usually right.
Where we know that if we take care of ourselves, above all else, all will be ok.
I've spotted some of the landmarks. I've picked up some souvenirs. But I'm still traveling.
And I'm still not crazy.