Whatever. Soon it became as if we were one.
What lies. But it worked, at least for a while. At least that’s what I told myself. Then it wasn’t an “us” any more. It took years to figure out what comes next. Not least of all forgiveness. Not for him, for myself. I”m still not there, but I am on my way.
Just don’t get bogged down in/with “hope”. Rid yourself of that notion. After that, it really does get easier. Simpler. Less cluttered. Priorities are straightforward. Action, inaction, waiting.
Helplessness, martyrdom, victimization, all become mere concepts, no longer a part of the whole. No longer in need of definition nor acceptance. Just being becomes Just being. Not good, not bad. Just is.