Relationships, like everything else in life, are as fleeting as the morning fog and unless we are aware of this, moving on can be a traumatic experience and one filled with suffering. Like you, I enjoy many relationships with friends, co-workers, family, and others, each presenting different types of experiences
Two years is a long time
I’ve recently decided to move on from a relationship that ended two years ago. When I say ended, I mean it came to a close, but not for me. She was finished, but, alas, I wasn’t. It’s been a rough two years getting to the point of moving on because of the intensity of my feelings for her. Those feelings prevented me from attaching to anyone else and kept me in a perpetual state of false hope.
I was allowing myself an apportioned daily serving of regret and suffering.
I eventually asked myself the following questions and noted my heart-felt responses:
- Is this situation (relationship), as it currently exists, serving me? No.
- Is it realistic to think this will change? No.
- What is the appropriate response at this time? Mourn the loss of the relationship but reflect on how it enriched my life.
- What’s the next step? Realize I am whole and complete alone
As I write this post, I am not sad. I am content with my solitude and know that should another relationship be in my experience, I will be better equipped. I think the song by Rascal Flatts puts it appropriately.
I’ve been burdened with blame; trapped in the past for too long.
I’m movin’ on….I’m movin’ on.