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Reprogramming Myself Series
Yes, He Is Still Crazy
The truth sure hurts sometimes
When an ex breaks up with you, you move on, right? Of course.
But when you are me, you still hope they are okay, even if they did cheat on you. You hope they get the help they need or continue to (knowing their mental health diagnosis). You hope that they will focus on their healing and be a better dad, a better son, and a better citizen. Why would I not hope for this?
I have no problem hoping the best for people. It doesn’t seem to take any more energy than hating on them. In fact, hating on people is exhausting. I hate hating on people. I reserve that for my ex-husband and his little group of gullible sheep that believe his stories. It’s a small group that I totally avoid.
I explained in a past blog how my ex-boyfriend broke up with me during church. Literally, while sitting next to me in the pew. His kids were there. I had just come to sit with him after playing the piano. He wouldn’t hold my hand. So, that happened.
A couple of days later, he announced to me that he slept with some “climber girl who showed up at my door one night, kinda drunk and sad.” So, that happened.
Of course, that was not okay. I was not okay. I am still not totally okay. That was…
