Third time is a charm

It's a serious blog type of day... When H2 and I split a good friend of mine (who just happens to be a therapist) recommended a therapist for me to go see. For awhile I was hesitant because in my own head seeing a therapist meant that something was wrong and something being wrong meant that H2 had gotten to me. In hindsight now I can look back on the years we spent together and honestly say that man mentally and emotionally destroyed me. The damage was done during our relationship, not after and the destruction was deeper then I could have ever imagined. Within a few sessions my therapist diagnosed me with PTSD. I asked a lot of questions because PTSD was reserved for troops and people who had seen and been through horrible things in their life. PTSD is for people who have served in wars and suffered losses that I could not scratch the surface of being able to relate to. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, it was that point where I really began to realize the fragile mental positio...

I'm feeling quite philosophical today. As our typical Seattle fall afternoon falls into place gray rainy and wet. I sit watching the rain fall in my flannel Costco jacket, listening to some Amazon Prime. It's a Friday afternoon and I have weekend plans that include paint your own pottery with friends, laundry, baseball and just some relaxing. The house is clean (I hired a house keeper, BEST decision EVER), I could probably do some grocery shopping at some point. Oh and I need to stop by and purchase cub scout popcorn from C, who is selling with his dad this weekend at the local Safeway. I was supposed to go out with a guy tonight, however it ended up he had to work and honestly, i'm in no hurry. He just kinda fell into my lap. While I still wonder about PCG every once in awhile, his actions caused me to realize that I don't think he is the person he presented himself to be. I had higher expectations for him. It makes me sad that he made the behavior choices that he ...