Oof. I know , it’s Sunday and I’m starting with oof. It’s OK though, I’m fine. I oof-ed because earlier this morning I was thinking about all the men I dated and/or married who got busy with other women while I was out of town. I mapped this once and I’ve written about it before; it’s not interesting anymore. But it was funny, years ago, when I started piecing it together how, starting with the man I fell in love with in college and moving right up through my early 50s, I was always choosing men who were … non-committal? I don’t know … men who loved women so much that they couldn’t contain themselves?
This is great! I chose to stay in a relationship for almost 40 years- should have left after about 7 or so.
I think that practicing self -acceptance and self-love (and that sure does take practice) gives one the freedom to make better choices.
I like the idea of l looking around and acknowledging and owning my choices.
Thanks.