Last night i was sewing a cloth and bag for my cards and STRENGTH kept popping out of the deck. I hear you. I got it. I understand. The strange part is i can look at his picture and still feel love. I feel love for the feelings he evoked in me when he chose to. And I also feel emotionally regulated now that I know it's done. No more up and down, or having bombs thrown into my lap. No more having to make difficult CONTRIVED choices. I can breathe. I got a lot of work done yesterday and today I believe i will complete my project, on time. I'm savouring it, not knowing if i'll ever be doing this particular program again. I don't know what is coming down the pike at work, but i DO know I will roll with it for as long as it serves me. I've decided to stay where i am given that choice. There is no need to pursue MORE work at this point in my life. I'm on the downside.....not crawling to the top. Effort should be put...
As willing as i was, am, to investigate alternative lifestyles, i'm not willing to throw myself to the wolves. Through all my mistakes, i've grown and learned how to protect myself, how to take care of myself like the mother i never had. I still consider the feelings of others but no longer above my own needs. This experiment taught me that trusting myself is a good idea, that i will take care of me. I requested counsel from 2 others that know me very well and they did not try to talk me out of anything yet they identified the pitfalls of what i was thinking about entering into: Could i bring Mr. Cigar around my family? My co-workers? My friends? Could i do the things i want to do after retirement with him? Could i have my grandchildren visit me if i lived with him? Could i make his home my home? Could i depend on him? Could i trust him? The question that stuck out to me the most was regarding my grandchildren. The answer was no. I wouldn't be a...