Less than a week ago, I had lunch with my ex and his new wife. The one I cried over for months and months, the one I imagined I could tear down walls for, the one I thought understood me more than anyone ever would.
Lunch was great, it was fine, I even danced next to them in the evening.
If you had told me 3 years ago, this is where I would be today, that I would be okay and happy and unfazed by it all, I wouldn’t have believed you. I didn’t want to believe you. Sometimes our stories are not how we imagine them.
So here’s a reminder, if I can be okay, so can you.