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Healthy vs. toxic love and my stark contrast moment
You know how sometimes a person needs to be smacked with the truth of a thing a bunch of times before they see it? Yeah, that’s me.
See, once upon a time I was in a toxic marriage. I believed a lot of destructive things… things that aren’t conducive to building health and well-being, physically or emotionally.
Only I didn’t realize this until I got out. I’m just now coming to terms with the part I played in this debacle. The more you know, right? I’m still getting schooled by life, and that’s okay.
My current romantic relationship, going on 16 months now, felt surreal for the first… well… 15 and half months, ha! It felt like a dream and please, for the life of me, don’t pinch!
Here’s the deal: I’m considering a move. It would land me three hours south and offer plenty of opportunity for myself and my daughter. My family is there. My mom’s place is there, complete with a house to share with my brother and a barn for the horses. A temporary move to be with family during a difficult time, as well as a financial boon for my future.
But my life is here. My daughter’s life is here (although she is excited at the idea of relocating). My son and his life are here. My darling is here. I don’t know the right answer…