There’s more work to be done. Lately I have been having HUGE urges to
binge. I’ve been craving potato chips
like crazy. Last week was a really rough
week for me. I had at least three
incidents of crying for no apparent reason.
Yesterday, I think I started putting my finger on what’s going on with
me. A few weeks I saw a Facebook post my
ex made to a mutual friend. She
mentioned that she was shopping for Christmas ornaments. Resentment reared its ugly head. There was a part of me that is so disgusted
with her. First of all, how many fucking
ornaments do you needs? (Really none of my business) Second, now that you’re greedy ass is buy
more ornaments, can I have my mother’s and grandmother’s ornaments
back!!!!!
Yesterday, after hiking, we stopped by this little café that
had a gift shop. When I saw all the
beautiful ornaments, I had this feeling that I wanted to cry. This is when it all made sense to me. I know those things are long gone but I guess
deep down, now that the holidays are around the corner, I am mourning the loss
of those things…and my mother. I’m kind
of pissed at myself because I thought this was resolved and I’d let it go.
Also, last night during a conversation, my cousin said
someone asked about me and then asked about my ex. He said he told her that I rarely mention
ex these days. I thought, yeah,
that’s true but I still think about her.
The other day I was reading something (and I wished I’d
bookmarked it) that said that if you, as an addict, find yourself questioning
why a person behaves a certain way then it’s time to take a fourth step
inventory. In general, this statement
really struck me. Today when I was
meditating, this statement reappeared when I was thinking about the
reappearance of my thoughts about my ex and resentment. I have to remind myself that she is a sick
person. Who knows why it was so
important for her to do the things she did?
What’s more important is that I’m still suffering and in pain about something
that happened over two years ago. I must
accept that she doesn’t give a shit. I
have my own sickness to do with. I’m
sure there are things that I did that hurt her.
Even though my actions may not have been as deliberate, I have a hand in
this matter and it’s the only one I have any say over.
So, I will continue to work on dropping the rope, letting go
of resentment, and forgiving her and myself.
I am also very grateful to know where these feelings are coming from so
I can work on healing.