The worst pain I have ever endured
was my divorce. I had been lied to. I had been humiliated. I had been treated like an imbecile.
I was angry. Very angry.
When I sought help, I was told to
forgive and forget, but no one told me HOW someone does that.
This is what I figured out:
1.
I sought help from counselors, church, and
community. I listened to advice. I took meds for depression. I prayed.
I relied on my family and friends.
2.
I assessed my surroundings. I counted my blessings: my job, my home, my
family, my abilities, my possibilities.
3.
I came to the realization that the opposite of
love is not hate. The opposite of love
is nothing, feeling nothing for that person. It gave me a goal and I worked
toward letting him go so that he became nothing more to me than an annoyance
with whom I shared a past.
4.
I took responsibility for my half of the failed marriage. I should have never allowed another person to
treat me less than how I deserved to be treated.
5.
I realized that one can forgive but not forget. We learn from past mistakes.
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