This week has been rough. I can’t remember who I talked to on the phone or what I said. My brain is scrambled. If you read my last blog post, you know that my 5 & 1/2 year relationship ended. That is hard. THAT is hard.
My therapist is a saint, really, she is. She came in an hour early just to listen to me tearfully recount the past few days. I told her how he told me he didn’t want to get married. I told her that he wasn’t kicking me out until I had money to move. I told her I didn’t know what to do with my stuff – store it here, or NC, or take it to TX…She told me to “put it on the shelf.” Meaning – you will deal with it in due time, but for now just store it up there with all the rest of the questions swirling around your mind.
It is so hard now. So hard. There are so many unknowns.
But I can tell you that the ex and I are being friends. I’ve lived with an ex before so maybe that helps, but so far we have survived. I just hope we can continue to be friendly and civil and not bring other “interests” around here. I have sworn off dating for at least 6 months, but I don’t know where he is, and don’t want to know.
So, know that I am alive and as well as can be expected and when it gets to be too much I “Put it on the shelf.”
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