I’m not sure where to begin. It’s been ages since I wrote anything on here… or at least it seems as though it has been. It seems like another life.

I’ve been enjoying myself (!!! I KNOW !!!) and was a bit afraid to come and read these posts. I don’t want to be down and sad. I don’t want to relive those moments.

And yet, I don’t want to forget them.

You see, I’m in a happy place. The man that I was “pretending” with ended up being the real deal. And we are still seeing each other.

I don’t want to forget how far I’ve come. From a place where I was hurt and confused more than I ever have been in my life. From a place where I thought I was losing my mind. From a place of sheer pain and hell.

Oddly enough, one of the things that drove me absolutely stark-raving mad during my affair is present in this relationship as well: we are not able to see each other much; communication mainly over phone/text/email… Yet I feel so differently about this now.

I know that it is not because he has to go home to his wife.

And I can handle the time apart.

I’m NOT crazy.

I feel empowered and in control of myself.

For once I can say that, though I might consider it, I don’t think I’d go back to my xMM is he asked me to.

And that is priceless.