This is going to be short but sweet because I’m supposed to be asleep right now. Not that my parents are going to tell on me ha– but that I have a big day tomorrow.
Going through so much with the divorce that most of the time, I don’t like to think about too many things at once. There’s too much hurt, logistics, and crap to push through. With that said however, I found an old letter today when I was looking through some of my receipts and information. The letter was from someone who hated me at the time, and still does. I remember getting that letter just 3.5 years ago and recalled how I felt. Stunned. Annoyed. Upset. Not surprised. Hurt.
And I asked myself, “Why the hell am I still keeping this?” Why am I holding onto something that serves me no purpose? Why, so I could show it to myself years later and say, “Oh yeah, that person really did hate me didn’t he/she?”
There is nothing to gain by holding onto that kind of hurt and anger. There is nothing to gain by reminding myself that there is someone in this world who doesn’t get me, like me, or even want to understand me.
So I ripped up the letter and threw it in the trash.
It will never get better, but I also don’t have to hold onto the reminders of how bad it is.
I don’t have to hold onto the pain and hurt.
I can say good-bye.
