Good

So, things are good. Genuinely good.  I am almost afraid to write this and jinx just how well things are going. 

Huz and I are getting along well. I have been more irritable lately, but I suspect that’s a hormone issue.  The kids are doing ok. My daughter is making incredible progress.  There is no perfection and I am okay with that. 

The kittens were safely born and weaned and have moved on to new homes.  Two sets of two - going to two families with whom we are friends and know well so we get lots of updates and photos. 

Of course, this time of year is riddled with “bad anniversaries” so I have been extra mindful on keeping my brain busy so I don’t meander down fruitless paths of the past.  As much as possible, anyway.  I don’t feel like I will ever be forgiving of the OW and the fact that karma will likely never catch up to her, but I also realize this is entirely my brokenness and wishing for a fair and just world. I also acknowledge that a fair and just world would probably be pretty awful for ME considering my own frailties of character.  

I have real friends in the real world who are supportive and kind and intelligent.  I suppose that’s why I so rarely pop into my online haunts from the time before supportive friends.  I do miss writing, but there seems little need for it when I can just talk to real live people.  Still, there is something to be said for talking to oneself (well, writing to oneself, anyway.)

i do miss friends I had made here.  I wonder where they all went, if they are still with their spouses or if they eventually had to move on. I wonder how many are thriving and how many still just surviving.  The narcissist in me wonders if they ever think of me. 

Stuff is good, though, so no sense worrying too much.  Live in the moment, learn from the past and let it go, I guess.