June 10th has been a bad day for me for many many years.
It was the day I got married.
Don’t get me wrong, the day of the marriage and the one year anniversary were great! But since she left me shortly after the first anniversary, it’s always been a hard day for me.
Except this year.
Let me back up and give a little history.
My ex leaving me really messed me up. I was out of commission for almost two years. Just worked and worked and worked. No sex no dating no anything.
Then it got better and only really hurt on the anniversary. I’d need to take the day off of work three years in a row.
Then it got better and I could still go to work but I’d cry at the beginning or end of the day.
This year though, even though I dreaded it’s arrival. Nothing No tears.
In fact I cheered when I realized that I hadn’t even sniffled once over it.
Sure it still stings to think about it but it’s nothing like it was before. It’s more like a dull ache rather than a sharp pain.
Waiting up naked and cuddling helped I’m sure. But outside of that, it’s nice to know there’s measurable healing.
Maybe next year I won’t even think to write about it.
And it only took eight years.