65.10: 1 Day: It’s time
After five months, 29,000 miles, 16 states I’m driving home to retrieve my heart.
There was a time when every mile I drove was to be closer to you. But niw, and for five months, every mile has been further away.
I was wrong to betray you, keep secrets, and use lies to cover up my shame, humiliation, and remorse. I’m sorry for the harms and hurts I’ve done you, our family, and our home.
Someday I hope you can forgive me and find your heart.
But by any measure it’s time for me to move on.
Sending strength your way.
Hugs RC xo
Thanks. 7 more hours to drive.
Been reflecting on what needs done tomorrow on 0 day… pragmatic works and symbolism matter.
Will do a bit of both over the upcoming week.
Thinking of you…
Thanks Dolly. One breathe at a time.i got this.
yes, you do…
Still heartbroken but I’ve done what I can to try and have a conversation. There isn’t anything else I can do.
Moving on…
:-/
We are all human, we all make mistakes, and some of them teach us the hardest lessons, and hurt us the most. I support you all the way on your journey, in the words of George Benson, “the wounded heart will heal, yes it will”. Moisy