Four months ago I was contemplating going back to school. Work has been slow due to the high interest rates. Aletta said I should be a therapist and Andy convinced me to do it. I enrolled at NMHU and took Intro to Counseling and Ethics. I wasn't sure if I could handle it, being older and all. I only took one class to "get my feet wet".I have done well. I have an A in the class. I am amazed, scared, nervous, excited, and the sense of accomplishment is new. Everything I have ever accomplished was for someone else. This one is all for me. I was accepted into the program today! I am going to be a therapist! I didn't have anyone to share my joy with. I was ok with that too.
Yeah, I am single as of three days ago. I knew it was coming, I am ok. What a year! I learned so much and got to go to soooo many concerts. It felt good to have a nice relationship for a year. I got to play mom and filled that deep void that Kiara's existence left. I am going to miss those kiddos. They will never know that they helped heal the gaping wounds in my heart. I am sad that I will never watch them grow up, but I am not crushed. I realized that he would never have the capability to love me or himself. It's hard knowing what love is and having to settle for less than AMAZING. I went and picked up my already gathered things that I kept at the house, my weekend home for the last year. I did cry. I told myself this was the last relationship for me. I did get a lot out of this year. Maybe his purpose was to get me back in school.
I am going to focus on me. I am currently procrastinating writing my final paper. Sooo hard. As much as I hate writing papers, I am welcoming the distraction.
Guess who I have been texting almost daily. . . . 😊?
