I’m out and about this evening, and I feel good. I’m learning to like doing things by myself. Memories of being in a relationship come up, but I still feel good, anyway.
I keep thinking about the catalytic event that led to my current attitude about my mom and her husband. I see that I love my mom, but I hate her husband. I wasn’t sure how to handle that. I did my best to be friends with him.
Of course, their relationship is their business. I needed their help as I regained my footing, and I respect their home and lifestyle. I suspected my mom’s husband of being a dickhead, and now that I’ve lived with the two of them, my suspicions have been confirmed.