Lately I've been contemplating my decision to cut my #2 son out of my life. I find myself thrown to and fro by comments others make, things I read and watching how others handle difficult situations. I tell myself that I should be just like that . . . or just like her . . . or why can't I do that? . . .
Am I taking the easy road? The road I was on with him wasn't easy. It was hard. Everyday hard. This past six months has been easier. For me. Not for hubby.
I am happier. I am less stressed. I am more spontaneous and free. I don't dread getting up in the morning. I take less meds.
I carry guilt. Not about #2 but about his children. T, C & J. They miss us. I don't.
So my conclusion is that I have to do what is right for me. Others in difficult relationships make other decisions. I can't compare. You shouldn't either.
