I believe I am coming to terms of what is happening to me. It has been a struggle. It is so hard to get divorced from somone you love. We have known each other since we were 19. I have spent a better part of my life with him. Well the dream is shattered, the pieces are all over the floor. Today I decided to get out my broom and sweep them up and throw them in the garbage can. It is strange, coming to terms doesn't really mean that it isnt hurting. I'm still hurting, but in a more peaceful way. I was wondering if any of you have felt this peace? A painful peace that you accept what is happening, eventhough it isnt what you wanted. What does this mean for where I am at in my recovery?
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