Huzzah! It appears that Operation: Rodentus Eradicatus has been a success. I hate living so close to the river sometimes. Still, my furry friends have all departed to the hereafter, and I'm ok with that.
I've decided my broken heart has been broken for long enough. I'm doing much better than I have any right to expect, all things considered. One might think that perhaps I never truly loved him at all if I can pick myself up after so short a time. This is not true at all. My life is nothing if not change and conflict. I have learned to heal myself sooner rather than later. It's the only way I've made it this far. I can't afford to let myself grieve for too long. I may not be good, but I'm much better than I was. And for now, I can be ok with that. So, in the spirit of moving on, I've begun to seek out people to spend time with. Friends, new people. I've even considered getting a puppy. I don't want a puppy, but I'm still thinking about one just the same. I want to take Jarod to the park and watch him run himself and the puppy into the ground, with that big goofy grin on his face. I want it more for him than myself, but at the end of the day he's going to go back to his dad's and I'll still be left with the puppy. I'll have to let that one bake a little bit longer...
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