Feb 27, 2018 20:56
I'm sorry this all became public laundry. It's a final indignity to an already terrible situation.
Going forward this place will only pertain to me.
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This is clearly no longer a private place. If people want to come and see my self indulgent angst I think that speaks more of them than me. But I'm not changing the way I do things for them.
Funny, I thought once she and I had said our final goodbyes things would get easier, not more dramatic. Somehow seems fitting, I guess.
I know there's a lot of anger out there, I understand some of the context (though not enough to say I'm informed) and I get it. It doesn't change anything, but I get it.
Perhaps it's my use of the term "hope" that is adding to the confusion and upset of people. It's a dream; hope usually is. How could I not hope for a thing I want. Hope, however, is distinct from action.
She has spoken clearly, I have heard her, I have accepted those terms. Now I have to learn how to move on, how to live in this world without her. This time was different, and I understand it. Gone but not forgotten.