| I just moved back into the family home (my home) after being gone for 1.5 years. I thought it would be a strange situation full of old memories and past wounds. However, it wasn't. I found that standing in my living room a certain peace. There wasn't any strife, no expectations from someone else, no judgements, and just an all around feeling of "it's good to be home." I have wondered lately if I was completely healed from the long, drawn out debacle that was being married to someone who couldn't carry their side of a relationship. I believe I have. I unpacked my kitchen among other things, and the place has a feeling of just like my apartment. True, there is lots of work to be done (my ex didn't exactly take care of the place), but it represents something greater. I have come full circle. It is almost three years ago that I got hit with the "I'm detached" speech. I couldn't be more thankful for that speech. The journey for me was full of crazy times, but I always kept pushing forward working on myself and learning. My gf walked into the house, smiled, grabbed a few things and said, "Let me help you." I don't think I heard those words for years in that home. Here is to new beginnings. D2H---upgraded, happy, and full of life. And to the person who said I couldn't do what I am doing--(lose 50 lbs, get promoted at work, learn how to salsa dance, pick up a guitar, become an awesome dad)---how do you like me now?:D | |||
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