What was the gift?

[crookedeuphoria]

As we all sit here on yet another Friday night without our ex's, I would challenge you to step away from your pain for just a second and look at the gift of what your relationship brought to you. In everything, I believe, there is a lesson. And I believe it is always positive and sometimes wrapped in misery.

My lesson--my gift--was showing me how much I can love. How totally and completely FULL of love I really am. I also know now how important fun is to me. And music. And dancing. And laughing. I love to laugh.

And I learned that I need to have boundaries with people. I need to learn when to say no. I need to learn that I really, truly can trust myself and my intuition.

What did you learn? What was the gift?

[Turkish]

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And I learned that I need to have boundaries with people. I need to learn when to say no. I need to learn that I really, truly can trust myself and my intuition.

What did you learn? What was the gift?

What you say there. I also love to laugh, and my humor used to bother her, like she didn't get it. She never got the dry side of my humor either. So my kids get everything I often supressed, and they are extremely irreverent. Their mom's light end up a little, but their humor sometimes bothers her.

Regarding the kids, it's pushed me to be a better father. To learn validation, Wisemind, my own  and triggers due to my BPD mom which I still carry.

So it's Friday night and I sit alone in the house I bought my family. No kids tonight either. No matter, party on!