Today it has been 10 months since what I thought of as the end of my life turned out to be only the beginning. September 23, 2017 started out like any other day but ended with me struggling to understand how my life would go on. This is the day that my most recent qualifier dumped me without warning and sent me into a tailspin in which I thought I would never recover from. Although the worthless coward had the balls to come back (and I didn't have the strength or willpower at that time to say no) and I continued to see him for 6 weeks afterward, that day was the lowest point of my entanglement with him. I honest to goodness thought I was dying when he dumped me over the phone and told me that he never loved me. I couldn't breathe, relax, sleep, eat, or find peace. I was in a painful haze for the next 2 days before it was time to drag my ass out of bed and go to work that following Monday morning. That was the absolute worst I have felt at any time in recent memory. Somehow I managed to pull myself through and bounce back, displaying resiliency and strength that I didn't know I had. For you see, even though I was devastated and blindsided, he gave me the greatest gift of all: the opportunity to discover the path that led back to myself. Thank God!
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