At Some Point, It’s No Longer About the Nail


Very wise words.

Lessons From the End of a Marriage

In the beginning, I made it all about him.

What he did.

Why he did it.

How he did it.

Where he was.

Who he was.

It was an escape of a sort. A distraction. If I stayed focused on him, I didn’t have to think about me.

What I was going to do now that my life was washed away.

Why this happened to me.

How I was going to survive and rebuild.

Where I was going to live.

And who I was without him.

But at some point, I had to decide to make it all about me. To turn my energies towards what I could change rather than curse what I could not.

Because no matter how much attention I turned towards him, it wasn’t going to help me feel any better.

When you first step upon a nail, the sharp steel tearing through tender flesh, it is prudent…

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2 thoughts on “At Some Point, It’s No Longer About the Nail

  1. Phyllis

    So very lovely, powerful and poignant.
    You my friend have grown so much over the last 4 years, as have I.
    You have found a strength and courage within yourself that I am sure you never knew existed. I know I have.
    Keep growing and becoming who you were truly meant to be!
    Blessings,
    Phyllis

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