When will I stop crying?

[morriganfae11]

Where is my destination? I find myself at the age of 43 lost in a haze of chronic heartbreak with no idea where I am going. I sure can tell I am older because there is no excitement involved in this change. I always felt this rush of the new that propelled me forward, instead I want to dig in deep and say…no, this is my life and I want to keep it

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[sparx1_1]

Dropping your "I'm so depressed and suicidal" bullshit at your daughters feet is a new low, even for you. It horrifies me that you are willing to put your daughter through that kind of emotional meat grinder just so you can be a martyr.

You have a year to bully and manipulate Terri into changing her mind, save your energy for that and leave your child out of it.

[morriganfae11]

You are such a peice of shit and clearly cannot fucking read, but then again I already knew you were stupid so why should I be surprised.

I will not explain to you what the paragraph meant, you are not even worth it.

[morriganfae11]

When I read this I have no emtional memory of what it felt like to be that angry and hurt, that resentful. There is no sting, only forgiveness and a huge sense of accomplishment for not only surviving, but growing from what happened.

The reason I am commenting on this long ago written entry is to let you know, I forgive you. I forgive me and give this memory to seeds I plant transforming it into abundance rather than continue as pain.

I have had enough pain and now that I am free, I feel nothing but love and compassion for all involved. Sounds all goofy light fluff stuff, but it all is based in darkness. The kind of darkness that I will always live with.

Much healing forgiveness goes to you, to Lisa, and to myself!

I set myself free from all this...