You know, a couple hours ago, I began thinking about “how could my ex do all of that horrible stuff to me? how could he be with other women? how could he hurt me so bad? how could he claim to even love me?” and I almost began to start crying, but I stopped myself and I said to myself “I will cry another day. But as for right now it doesn’t matter.” I’ve gotten on with the rest of my night since then.
I have no promises to how easy it will become. But I’m not saying it won’t become easy within some way shape or form.