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Keys and Garage Door Openers


Today I am thankful that my keys have been returned and I finally have both garage door openers.

He left most of his stuff here.

His clothes are still piled on my exercise equipment.  I miss working out. 

I'm going to have to get rid of them.

He did not say goodbye to the kids.

He handed my keys to my eldest daughter.

She said he was angry.

The locks have been changed.

*****

I'm at peace.

I am concerned.  I've received an email where he is threatening not to cooperate with the court.

That won't bode well for him.

That's not my problem.

*****
When you're a psychotherapist, the Gods send you the clients you need.

I'm seeing a lot of people who can't seem to get away from their exes.

It's interesting the things I ask them.

It's interesting the things my clients teach me.

One woman was talking about loving her ex.

She dreams of him.

She misses him.

She worries for him.

She doesn't want him.  She just wants what they had together.

That speaks to me.  Maybe.....that's what I've been trying to do for the past 30 years.

I've probably been trying to recreate the closeness of that first relationship.

I've failed miserably.

The problem is that the first relationship was not supposed to be a relationship.

It was a friendship that shifted.

So maybe....I need to make new friends.

I'm hoping that I've cleared a little space in my life to do just that.

May you find what you long for and live in peace,

S.

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