OK. I believe I have made a lot of progress in the past months. It has been almost 7 months since this whole thing started. I reviewed previous posts and wow…I sure notice my attitude about my marriage and things changed. I THINK that is growth.
Here is the thing. It seems that folks seem to think I have it “together.” OK. I don’t mean to put out that, whole, “I’m OK” vibe. I don’t mean to put out the, “I’m falling apart” vibe either.
I know I am much better than I was 7 months ago. I know I have more focus and am more in tune with my head, heart and body. I am pleased by this.
I also know I still feel like a fukking hot mess on a fukking daily basis! And I sure don’t feel together!
It doesn’t take much to make me cry. I am actually allowing myself to cry (which is kinda rather new-ish) In the past, when I cried, I would try to stifle it and … not hide it … but not really show it either. I was embarrassed by my tears. I felt it made me appear weak. I don’t like to be weak. But, with all the soul-rending I have done, I realize the tears are not weakness and they need to come or everything gets all bottled up again. I alternate between fine and not-fine on a hourly basis some days. And some days I am fine and some days I am not.
I appreciate the info I seem to be “together”. I know I WANT to be… I just am not sure what that looks like.
I don’t want to sell myself short, either. I HAVE made progress. I know I am a good person who is worthy of living my life and finding my own happiness. I know there MAY be a person, out there, who would like to spend some time with me. I also know I am not ready for a permanent or committed relationship. I look in the mirror and see: old, fat, flabby, lumpy. And I try so HARD to shake off those thoughts. Because I can also see: beautiful smile and eyes, frankly quite nice tits, and somewhere, inside, a loving person. I am trying so HARD to be who I want to be. Honest and open, loving and caring…snarky and bitchy at times…
This post could probably ramble on for hours!
ARRGGGHHH! today is a bad day.