I received a little news yesterday that I’ve pondered all day today. Hence, the lateness of my post. My individual therapy has come to a close. Not by my doing, but by the suggestion of my therapist. It seems that she feels I am whole, healthy, and able to cope with life on my own once more.
It turns out that my biggest issue was feeling sadness about my change in relationship. I’m not talking about Husband #2 springing the divorce issue on me. I’m talking about the change from someone that was important to him to someone who felt invisible.
Now I can put a voice to my frustration, which means dealing with anger and hurt in healthier ways. I’m not pointing fingers at anyone and now take responsibility for my own parts of the problems. I have always known I wasn’t perfect, but now I understand that it’s OK to not be perfect. I’m allowing myself to be human and having the faith to believe that others will love and accept me even with my flaws.
I’m walking with my head held high and feeling worthy of belonging.
That doesn’t mean the sadness and disappointment in my failed marriage has magically disappeared. I still cry and wonder about the future. It only means that I am more understanding and forgiving with myself, and even Husband #2.
So I won’t attend another therapy session anytime in the near future. I trust myself to know I can handle what life brings my way.