Moving on. What does that mean? Well, in his case it meant me packing his clothes up and leaving them in the garage for him to pick up. He decided he didn’t want to be married, so he didn’t need to be coming and going in my daily world. So it was my turn. Now me. Now I move on, now I…what, exactly? Where do I go? What do I do?
How does one decide the time is right to move on, to date, to open up again with the ever-looming possibility of getting hurt again?
I thought I was ready right away. My ex was already engaged, so I should move on, be in a relationship and get married again. Right? Wrong.