I went to my therapist yesterday. She's always willing to listen and unfortunately, has experienced divorce as well. We spent two hours together talking and when we were done, I had a new haircut and highlights. My hair dresser is the best therapy money can buy. We've become close over the years I've been going to her and I've been blessed to have such a positive person in my life.
Yesterday however, she was ready to seek revenge. She gave me some pointers and informed me that I can now start calling him "ex-husband." I remember when we were on our honeymoon I had trouble saying husband and now I'm having to call him an ex. Funny how life changes.
When I got home, I did something I haven't done in a long time. I got my viola out and played it with more passion than I have in years. Kyle never liked hearing me play. So I put it away with only an occassional glimpse. I played for two hours and as a result, I'm sporting a nice red hickey on my neck and collar bone. It was refreshing and soothing to the soul to create beautiful music effortlessly.
In reality, I will be visiting the real therapist in a couple of weeks. One of the visits that keeps coming back to haunt me is when I brought up the idea that Kyle was cheating on me. Over a year ago when I found the text message and confronted Kyle then, he became angry and defensive. I remember the doctor telling Kyle it seemed like he had something to hide by his reaction. Kyle stormed out of the office pissed, stating he would never go back to see him again.
If only I'd known then, what I know now...
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