My vanity showed a bit when I had to move into an apartment after my relationship ended in February. Owning my own home before him, by myself, was an accomplishment that I thought I had ripped away from myself. I cried for days when I sold my home. It was something I wanted to do though. Thinking it was for my future. However, I never would have thought I’d be where I am today, at almost 42 years old.
After working a 12 hour shift today, coming home to an empty apartment, going on an hour walk with my dog… I find comfort in knowing there’s something greater in store.
The comeback is always bigger than the setback.
I was forced to lick my wounds and create my own closure. Do I miss a part of my past? Absolutely. Am I scared of never finding that intense of a love again? Absolutely. However, this was my planned path. I’m following it. Preserving. It has taught me so much about myself. What I did wrong. What I should have done different. And how much I can love. Oh, how I cried. Pleaded. Begged. Grieved. Mourned. And cried more. The bright side? Seeing the world differently and anticipating what I’m going to bring to it when I graduate.
I share my story because of the people that continue to reach out. Looking for guidance. Advice. Help. Comfort. In turn, it helps me. Thank you to those who even speak of their grief as well. You have to be transparent. Or you’ll never make it through. ❤️
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”— Jeremiah 29:11