The hard part is when you you’re alone. When all the memories hit you. When anything and everything reminds you of them. And then you find yourself in a real situation. You over think. Until you can’t take it anymore. So I get you when you say it’s hard to let go. Hard to move on. And how it’s just not that easy. Because being alone is a hard thing to do. And starting over can be devastating. And finding someone new can be such a scary thing to go through again.
I found this brief thought on Facebook today, forwarded to me by my Silken Windhound’s breeder. She has a real talent for finding thought provoking quotes and brief essays. Like myself, we are about the same age, around 70, still working, breeding dogs, and she certainly does far more than I, I have learned to look for her posts of wisdom and I frequently save them.
I recently made a real mess of a relationship, and it never should have happened, the relationship, I mean. There was no way anything that happened in it would ever be right or turn out happily for me. When someone you love stews a secret list of your faults and how odious they are to them, you cannot be surprised when they throw the whole pot at you, all of its contents covering you in pain