~Back some time in the first half of July, after we had slept through the heat for those x-number of weeks, Le-Le and I started to unpack what we had just gone through in the ten months before that, you know, The Oathbreaker and Bette Fucking Goldenring, etc. We were still thoroughly fried and in shock, but enough time had passed without overt attack that we could lift our heads up and look around at the still smoldering wreckage.
Somewhere in there, Le-Le asked me when/if we'd ever get over this. I replied that we'd operate using the Fifty Percent Break-up Rule. I believe I grinned. Wise-Ass is my Default Position. Said Rule states that 'the amount of time required to get over a Serious Relationship is equal to half the total time of said relationship'.
In that paradigm, ten months equals five months. July and August were about sleeping through the aforementioned heat. September was mostly about tooth pain for both of us, though I 'won' that contest with an ER visit. We are now in the second half of the fourth month and the emotional shit is finally bubbling to the surface. Note my post about being paralyzed for two weeks, basically over 'details'. And last night Le-Le ended a long term, but...'problematic' on-line relationship. [her biz, so no details beyond it being toxic and I'm glad it's over]
The short version is we are both slowly starting to be capable of thinking clearly of extended periods and Get Shit Done, albeit incrementally.
For me, the pattern can be seen this last week. First, realizing how paralyzed I was, snapping out of it, a day to sleep it off, a day of High Energy and Taking Action, then a couple of days of sleeping that off, then a Re-Set, which would be happening just about now. Whew.
Now I have left a number of things unattended to, mostly missives to various Sisters. And the ever looming Explanation. But I think I can stop eating my own fucking nads over this shit for longer and longer periods, which means I'll actually have the energy to fucking attend to the fucking 'unattended to' items.
And now, I chill....which is a form of Mental Health, btw.
Somewhere in there, Le-Le asked me when/if we'd ever get over this. I replied that we'd operate using the Fifty Percent Break-up Rule. I believe I grinned. Wise-Ass is my Default Position. Said Rule states that 'the amount of time required to get over a Serious Relationship is equal to half the total time of said relationship'.
In that paradigm, ten months equals five months. July and August were about sleeping through the aforementioned heat. September was mostly about tooth pain for both of us, though I 'won' that contest with an ER visit. We are now in the second half of the fourth month and the emotional shit is finally bubbling to the surface. Note my post about being paralyzed for two weeks, basically over 'details'. And last night Le-Le ended a long term, but...'problematic' on-line relationship. [her biz, so no details beyond it being toxic and I'm glad it's over]
The short version is we are both slowly starting to be capable of thinking clearly of extended periods and Get Shit Done, albeit incrementally.
For me, the pattern can be seen this last week. First, realizing how paralyzed I was, snapping out of it, a day to sleep it off, a day of High Energy and Taking Action, then a couple of days of sleeping that off, then a Re-Set, which would be happening just about now. Whew.
Now I have left a number of things unattended to, mostly missives to various Sisters. And the ever looming Explanation. But I think I can stop eating my own fucking nads over this shit for longer and longer periods, which means I'll actually have the energy to fucking attend to the fucking 'unattended to' items.
And now, I chill....which is a form of Mental Health, btw.