Yes, I feel so untethered to my life without the familiar rhythms of work and school, but I am starting to feel the glimpses of recovery like little buds in spring. I'm not crying with the repetitive story in my head now. I feel more grateful to be free of the mental torture of wondering what/if he would stay faithful and just the silence and general hostility that often came up. I am free of him. And my life is turning back to me, to being about what I want and can do. It is still a struggle to embrace the freedom I didn't want from my lovely home and surrounded by old familiar friends. Now everything is new. I bought a dress that wasn't "me" and thought, I can rock that....who am I now? A woman who can do whatever she pleases really (within reason and budget of course!)
Each day is a gift. And normal is not an option now. I still find it all so ironic. All I wanted was a calm, predictable suburban life.... geez. so. not. this....
Finding the gift in that is my challenge everyday. Life is out of my comfort zone nearly always these days it seems, so I must be growing if all those trite sayings are true....