Therapy, for me, often comes in the form of a movie that stirs me, touches something within me not easily seen. As was the case with "Slumdog Millionaire". It left me crying and happy, simultaneously enjoying both journeys, as does "American Beauty," "Truly Madly Deeply" and "Harold and Maude."
i recited the mantra that has comforted me in these last 11 months:
i chose this path. i chose to keep the relationship going, to meet up. i chose to get in her car that night. i made my bed,i remind myself everyday, and am reminded every time i see his car at ExA's house, hear his name come from the mouths of our daughters.
i also chose to end my life, but the universe didn't see fit to fulfill that choice with as much relish as it did my infidelity.
