The time has come today. Well, really it came a couple days ago while I was driving. (That’s when the most impactful things occur to me.) I got to the point in my grieving where I could see dead Ex in my head and not feel mad. I got to the point of feeling, “Oh, that’s really too bad.” I’m pretty sure I got here by writing an anger letter to him last week. (I didn’t know that was allowed. I thought I still had to be nice.) I would like to burn the letter one of these days after I have found the courage to re-read it, edit it, and read it again, but there’s a fire ban, so my healing, smoky closure will have to wait or get sent away in a different form.
For some reason I have The Beatles in my head singing, “Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.” I have been waiting for this moment. I made it happen. It feels so good to let go of some anger. I feel unbound.