Immediately after my recent breakup, I talked to my best friend (the one I keep talking on and on about; I can't help it – I'm excited about moving back!) Anyway, the best piece of advice she gave me was telling me that "perhaps my last boyfriend was just there to bring me to the next part of my journey." In other words, he was part of my journey, but not the journey itself.
The other night when I called her, I talked about those lessons or parts of the journey that each of the men in my life have brought. It would be easy for me to stay angry and say that I wished I had never met them, never married, etc. But if I hadn't met them, I would have lost out on important parts of my life. For example, because of my first husband, I have my son, who is more important to me than anything else in this world! Because of my second husband, I completed my education, because he was there to cheer me on, supporting me emotionally (something I did not get from my first marriage; additionally, without that support, I probably would not have continued on.) Because of my last relationship, not only did I enjoy the company of someone who was warm and demonstrably affectionate in public, but also helped me get my car in a condition that allowed me to get to work in a new job that could open doors for me.
So, yes, each brought something to my life that I need to keep myself open to. They were important parts of my journey, the journey I will continue on until I die.
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