Last year H had left just a month before. I spent Christmas day with him and his parents while he was making plans to move in with his OW. I was a mess, on AD's, Xanax and sleeping aids. I was not eating, losing weight. I was so distressed. He didn't care - he kept disappearing off to his room to speak with OW.
I didn't buy gifts for anyone other than my kids, I didn't get a tree or decorate our house. I was still in shock. I had no job, no money of my own and I was living in a town where I had very limited prospects. I truly did not know who I was or what I was going to do without him. I saw for the first time how co-dependant I had become. I felt that everything was my fault, that I was not worthy of love and respect.
THis year - where do I start? I moved to a new city, I settled my kids into school where they already speak the languages, I got a job that helped me move forward and gain skills and the new confidence led to a better job which is doing something I love and which still gives me time with my children. I started writing again, I made new friends, I have done some exciting things that have helped me find who I really am. I have reconnected with some old friends who have embraced me and my story and reminded me of the goodness in people. I have eaten lunch in the UK parliament buildings, I have attended events at the European Parliament, I have appeared in a friend's film production, I have travelled on my own and learned a lot about myself in terms of my adventurous side. I met up with my best friend from part of my childhood who I hadn't seen in 20 years - we had a wonderful day in Paris together. I realise now how co-dependant H was too. I realise that whenever we did anything interesting or fun, I was at the helm. Our trips to Eastern Europe and Africa were all at my suggestion. Whenever we had a party, went on a long weekend somewhere, had people over for dinner - it was all at my suggestion and arrangement. He was, for all intents and purposes, quite dull where that sort of thing was concerned. So now I am able to live the sociable lifestyle that I want. I also know that I am not afraid to travel on my own and do my own thing.
This Christmas will be spent with my kids in my house with a tree, lots of decorations, good food and my parents. We will go ice-skating and to the Christmas market. I will be going to a friends Christmas party, I am seeing friends for New Year and I am going on a solo ski-trip while my kids are at their father's. I actually like who I am and I no longer feel like a victim of H's MLC character assassination of me.