I saw something beautiful on another blog. She wrote:
…and I started to say, “I want to go back…” but I stopped myself. Because I don’t want to go back. I want to go forward. The past holds so much pain for me, but the future- it holds nothing but promise.
I thought that was the best part, but she also wrote:
This affair- it won’t define me. It won’t define my husband. It won’t define our marriage. Not if we don’t let it.
Present Day Sam says: Oh hell no! Let’s file this all under the heading of bullshit I no longer believe.
No, you know what? I take that back. I can get behind the first part: …I don’t want to go back. I want to go forward. The past holds so much pain for me, but the future- it holds nothing but promise.
I don’t want him back. I don’t want that old life. I want a new life. I want real. I want reciprocity. I want content and happy. I want to spend the rest of my life laughing, not trying to make that shit eating chimp happy.