Sleeping Sickness

I slept next to someone else last night.

I slept next to someone else and it wasn't because I had too many glasses of wine or felt scared to be alone. I didn't justify my actions by thinking about The Ex, as he is now known. I didn't think of him at all. I didn't think.

Well, I thought. I thought, I am comfortable. I am not sad.

I'm not a proponent of that old expression the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. That's never my objective. It never appeals to me. Last night wasn't this. It's been over a month, it doesn't feel that long but in my mind, it feels like another life.

This new life in this new place involves waking up next to someone else and not cringing, not regretting, not thinking about The Ex.

I'm not cured and I'm not delusional that I'm cured. But I'm accepting and this is something new for me. Acceptance. Acceptance.