I see now. Maybe not the whole picture, but at least a corner or two. All those tears, all the pain, all the conversations with my counselor, the discovery of depression and the fight to overcome it. You had a purpose in all of it, didn’t You?
Throughout that relationship I traded bits and pieces of my true self in for who I thought I should be. Remember Tim Burton’s version of Alice in Wonderland where the Mad Hatter tells Alice she “lost her muchness”? I felt like that after we broke up. I lost my “muchness”.
