Tonight my EX was at church. He also came last week. I don’t remember the last time I saw him come to a weekend service two weeks in a row. At first I felt this huge crash of emotions almost take over my mind but I remained in control. I stayed on top of it. I went to one of my close friends/ mentors and he gave me a lot of words of advice and wisdom. I think my EX came to church around 7:15/20? At 7:32pm I was completely calmed down and fine. He was just another face in the crowd. I had no emotion good or bad towards him. It was the first time I saw him and could handle it. The first time I could see him as just a face in the crowd, not wanting or needing anything from him. It’s been a long, long painful 8 months but it does get better. These miracles are worth celebrating. Theses spots of light is what drives me to live another day. Don’t just glance over things that took a lot to happen.
Tonight I am a miracle. I am in control, my emotions don’t control me.