Today, July 4, I remembered a lot of happy barbeques with my ex and his family. I didn’t get slobbery or morose, only sad, very sad. Remembering good times while tiptoeing around emotional landmines without actually blowing myself to bits is a sort of progress. Some day I hope to remember events without the weight of any emotion at all. Before anyone writes to tell me something profound about emotions let me stop you. I don’t welcome emotions that leave me in dispair. I’ve had enough.
Maybe I’ll post something worth reading later.