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Moving on
My Location
How I learned this was what mattered
It was a bad habit I have learned was not helping. In a warped universe of home sharing with my estranged husband, I often wondered how the weather was at the location where he was staying with his girlfriend; hoping for the worst.
In my efforts to work toward only moving in a forward direction, I’ve learned wishing them ill was not helpful in any way.
For a while I couldn’t help myself from the all-too-easy check of the weather on my phone for the lakeside location we had shared as husband and wife which had become his domain after we separated. In my anger I couldn’t help but wish it was raining on them at the lake on their allotted weekends.
At the top of my phone’s screen on the weather app it always said “My Location” where I could see the weather for wherever I was at. Over time, as I was healing from the pain of the end of my long marriage, I remembered to focus on this as what mattered.
My Location
Where was I? How was the weather? What was in the forecast?
All of this mattered more than how the weather was for the man who did not want to be part of my life.
© Victoria Ponte, 2022.
