Four days after that weekend he charged dinner with his girlfriend to his credit card and I mustered the courage to look at the online statement. Always could. Never had. I didn’t snap, I shifted lanes, gears and direction.
It may be the last trimester of my life, but I determined to change not him, but me. Through studying, writing and publishing a revealing, sassy memoir, LEAVING YOU…for me, I healed. Day by day, year by year.
That was four and half years ago. I’ll be seventy in four months and am having the time of my life. I have a yoga class this evening, a Meetup group happy hour tomorrow night, boating the bays near San Diego with a group of 12 the next day…and so it goes. I keep both a paper and online calendar to keep up.
It’s never too late to begin again.
My best wishes to all.