99 days later
And not one of you who read any of my posts chose to condemn me for what I have done, ridicule me for my pathetic feelings or judge me for my morals or what may be a lack thereof.
When I started this blog it was a form of therapy for me. Although painful the affair was beautiful and I knew as the years went by I would forget some of the details. So here I am penning my memories so to speak.
Over the past three months I have realized I am not alone. Honestly, a small part of me thought I was crazy. I am well off. I’m strong. I’m independent. I’m generally a happy person. I am not a victim. Right or wrong, we are all human. Shit happens. And life goes on.
Thank you to all who have listened. To this day I have no regrets for having met Jack or experienced life with him. The day I have regrets will be the day that I will have to suffer the consequences for what I have done.
Maybe then I will be back to continue my story. Until then my posts will be few and far between …posting only when I am feeling weak and want to reach out to Jack. He’s a part of me and some days are harder than others.
I miss him .. and I love him .. too much.