Postcards of Grief
Good point made, methinks.
I am pretty damned discouraged today. I have gotten much better over the past few years, I think, at accepting my negative emotions and the more unsavory aspects of my personality, like my long-lived martyr complex and that oh so teeny-tiny (uh-huh) part of me that likes to be the good little victim. But this thing with the Then has really thrown me. I truly, truly, do not want to be this person who loses the ability to empathize or who hardens up to avoid painful or scary situations.
The truth is that I'm very frustrated and just plain tired. But I do hope that he doesn't give up, that he finds a way to heal, because I don't wish him ill. I'm just...tired.