I’m coming up on 3 months of being separated from my husband, and wow the difference I have seen in myself y’all. People comment all the time on how happier I seem and for the first time since I can remember I am actually smiling and not faking it. There are still days that I have a bad day, but they are mostly work-induced. But when I have those bad days, I can actually go home and relax without the added stress of what my relationship had become.
There are still days that I miss him. Facebook Memories do not help those days at all, as social media has become a scrapbook of the good ole days. While I am still on good terms with his siblings, I have found myself asking less on how he is doing. I feel like even though I still have days of grief and find myself wallowing in the past, they are becoming few and far in-between.
I’ve started to make appointments to take care of myself, because in the first time in 3 years I’m not living completely paycheck to paycheck. I started my 401K at work and even started a savings account through my bank. I’m even putting back to trade my car in on my 30th birthday because, hey, let’s start the next decade of my life with something new, shall we?
Each day I’m a little stronger, a lot more happier, and on the road to discovering the old me who loved going to the movies, wrote on a daily basis, and read to her hearts content – some things that I haven’t gotten to do in a very long time.
God, I’ve missed me so much.
Expect me to start updating frequently again. I’ve missed it.