I see that walking away from my marriage, although I didn’t want to do it initially, is completely in my best interest.
Really, it was my ex who walked away. He wanted a new life, in a new place, with a new person. And even with all of that, he didn’t want a divorce. He was resolute in that, mainly for his own financial reasons. My own act of “walking away” turned out to be the act of filing for the divorce. He was angry about it.It was scary for a while. And now it’s done.
During the last four years, I’ve spent plenty of time thinking I’d failed or we’d failed. That is beside the point. The relationship is gone and I’m still here. I have to apply strength and courage to my walk into the future. And at my age, in my circumstances, the future I’m talking about is close. It may be next year, next week, or it may be the next twelve hours.
Whatever the relationship was that formed my marriage – it’s run its course.
That trail has ended.
“Trail’s End,” I saw a ranch high up in the Marianas with a big sign saying that.
That trail has ended. Now, I feel like I’m standing in a meadow with an expanse of flowers all around me, after a long climb up a pretty steep trail. The sun is warm. The wind is fragrant. It’s a living dream. I’m ready to move out into that field.