Closure

So, yesterday was the one-year anniversary (because I'm dumb and anniversaries are important to me) of the day I found out that The Ex was lying to me and doing all sorts of things that not only were just trashy behavior in general, but also that devalued me, our friendship, and the relationship we used to have. I had never experienced pain like that before, and it really rocked me.

But now it's been a year. To celebrate, I took the day off from work (I have a lot of sick days saved up!), took all the stuffed animals and clothes/etc to Goodwill... Had mussels and an entire bottle of champagne for dinner, then took all the love letters and photos and playbills (and anything else flammable) and burned it ALL, piece by piece. I don't think there is a single thing in my house left that he gave me. Except a couple pairs of sweatpants, because, hello... and one stuffed animal that I have hidden away because I can't bear to part with it but I can't bear to look at it either. Feels good to be completely cleansed.

I feel like I've come so far in the last year. I've made some mistakes, of course, and done some things that I'm not overly proud of... and the passion that I had for my religion last summer has faded a little bit... but I've grown up a lot and I know myself so much better now. It's funny to see the bigger picture now, in hindsight. And while I regret even setting eyes on him all those years ago, my life now is a beautiful one and I'm hopeful about the future. Just putting it in God's hands this time.