Authentic

I hope I’m authentic. These past three years since my divorce have been challenging in ways I never could have imagined. I’ll be honest, I still have to practice letting go of my anger at her. Buddhist principles have been the reason I’ve survived. I’m glad that shithead is far away from me. She can stay away, I wouldn’t have good things to say to her or her mother. They are the opposite of authentic.

Thanks to the support of my parents I’ve become established in a new profession teaching college. Thanks to myself I also have a job with Uber. I have breaths of fresh air occasionally where I know I’m gonna be ok. My ex was a rage-aholic. Living in fear of her insanity hurt all of us. I thought I could change her. Instead she left me and blamed me for everything. If you talk to her, tell her to stay away. I have. I want nothing to do with her ever again.

“But the clock is another demon to devour our tone in Eden.”

I love the road Im on. It’s filled with patience and love for people. I will never understand my ex and I don’t care to. I tried in vain for 19 years.

Authentic.