perceptive projection

It wasn't until I wrote the previous entry at the dead hour of the night that I realized that the episode with B had come to a full 12 years circle. Six years of staying in a relationship that I know wouldn't work, six years surviving that mistake.

When I called the wedding off, many people told me God had interfered and wrested me away from a lifetime of unhappiness, and just in a nick of time.

I hope God is listening, too, this time. Let it be enough. Let it be enough  the price that I have paid for my folly in not listening to my own heart.  That I am allowed to close that chapter with all its harsh lessons and bitter prices that have to be paid.

Let it stop here.

Let me start anew.