Dear Momo
Your name jumps out at me every time you post. This time you have written to support someone else and in doing so you have told me how strong you have become. I feel you have turned the all-important page and that you are ready to start the next chapter in your life.
I really want you to stop regretting what has gone before, you were not meant to know what your husband was doing, his manipulative addiction would have made him very determined that you should not know – it was ignorance of addiction, not stupidity, that left you so vulnerable. I doubt that there was anything that you could have done, or said, that would have made any difference.
I don’t know if you have ever heard or read the following but it helped me to come to terms with letting go of the past – I hope it helps you
YESTERDAY, TODAY, AND TOMORROW.
There are two days in every week about which we should not worry: two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.
One of these days is yesterday with its mistakes and cares, its faults and blunders, its aches and pains. All the money in the world cannot bring back yesterday. Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control. We cannot undo a single act we performed. We cannot erase a single word we said. Yesterday is gone.
The other day we should not worry about is tomorrow with its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise or poor performance. Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.
Tomorrow’s sun will rise, either in splendour or behind a mask of clouds – but it will rise. Until it does, we have no stake in tomorrow, for it is yet unborn.
This leaves only; one day – TODAY. Any person can fight the battles of just one day. It is only when you and I add the burdens of these two awful eternities yesterday and tomorrow – that we break down. It is not the experience of today that drives people mad – it is the remorse or bitterness of something which happened yesterday and the dread of what tomorrow may bring. Let us, therefore, LIVE BUT ONE DAY AT A TIME.
I love when you write ‘I’m over it’ such words put you in control Momo and that’s where you deserve to be.
Speak again soon
Velvet