Posted by whiterabbit on July 2, 2003, at 15:58:28
In reply to Re: nonetheless, there's nobody else there NOW » Dinah, posted by Tabitha on July 2, 2003, at 12:47:51
Men, they kill me. I got that "maybe later we can be friends" line from my husband, who is busily divorcing me to be with the new woman.I laughed in an evil way and said, "You've got to be kidding. I'm not going to hang around here just in case you decide to be my friend. This is my big chance to move to the coast, right? I'm out of here."
He looked shocked. I guess he never considered that I'D want to get away from HIM. After all he's put me through, my pain was turning to rage-
still not a good state of mind to be in, the hater suffers more than the hated in most cases.
But the anger was better than the feeling of having been rejected and abandoned - that had been close to unbearable.So what we're going through now is all part of the process of grieving - maybe it helps to look at such raw emotion in a clinical way. You have to endure these heavy and painful emotions by getting through one day at a time, and each day you're just a little further along - not in any noticeable way, but in the way that your hair grows and glaciers move - you're a tiny bit further along in the discernable stages of grieving. At the end, God willing, you reach acceptance.
I can't even think about other men yet, I'm not ready for that. My God, the last time I was NOT in a committed relationship, nobody had heard of AIDS! I don't know how I'm going to deal with that whole scene - maybe I just won't. I'll just move to a cabin in the swamp, sew voodoo dolls of my ex-husband and feed the alligators to pass the time.
Banjo, please....
Gracie
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