Being in this last phase of moving on, I’ve asked her to make me a promise. That’s to not tell me anything more than I already know now about her man. One day I’ll have to meet him, but that time isn’t now. All I know, is that he exists and that he gets to hold her, he gets to be with her and I’m slowly accepting the fact that I will have to be okay with this completely before I can truly get on with the rest of me.
Perhaps this is why she’s great, because she cares. When I do mention something, she cares about how it’s going to turn out and I… I’m just left speechless sometimes. One day I’ll probably be okay with meeting him, I’m not bitter, I’m just in a fractured state of mind and I’m resetting the pieces back into place.
We’re in the final phase and relapsing is out of the question, we’re almost there, we truly are and I can’t wait for that release. For the day that I can be free from my own shackles and reset my thoughts. I just want to be free, perhaps this is the way to go.