So much has happened in a year.
I’ve been living in the flat behind my uncles house for a year now – when I moved in after the divorce I said it would be 6 months and now I have been there for a year already.
But I feel like me again.
Things are simple again.
I go to the gym and I have breakfast. I go to work and I actually enjoy it. Then I have dinner and hang out with my boyfriend.
And tomorrow I do the same thing again. And you know what – its awesome.
Things are simple and light and happy.
I no longer feel that I cant breath and there isn’t a shadow of depression constantly following me anymore. There isn’t an eating disorder chatting away in my head 24/7 telling me I’m worthless. And there’s no divorce or husband continuously making me feel like a failure.
Its just me and the simple things in life.
Woke up this morning with A and it was beautiful. I feel so calm with him, so at peace and so happy.
We made love, slowly and passionately and it was magical.
I love lying with him, just lying with him. We don’t even have to say anything or do anything, just lying in his arms feeling his skin and the way he gently kisses my forehead and plays with my hair.
Today is my EX husbands birthday (yes I can officially say ex-husband).
I called him, we had a lovely chat, the connection is still there, the friendship is still there. I feel very happy and content about this.
The divorce was the most traumatic experience of his life, he suffered, he was depressed. He knows I struggled – but he struggled more. It’s fine. Do what you have to, feel and say what you have to.
I feel content that we are here and we can keep our friendship.