Twenty-five years ago today, I made vows that I meant with every fiber of my being.
Six years ago today, I was told “I didn’t ever love you, not even on our wedding day”. (This was recently apologized for and recanted, but five years later, after the damage was well done).
Five years ago today, I was living in my parents’ basement with two hurting teenagers, and had a very intense and powerful counselling session in which I chose to redefine this day as my anniversary of commitment to loving myself.
So, Happy Anniversary to Me! ❤
Yes, I am sad today. But, I am also at peace. I choose to recognize my own worth and I choose to be loving to myself.