Dear Linarra:

Almost ready to leave, I read the following part of your recent post,  about meaning (something I wondered about way earlier when I read your posts in the very beginning of your thread): “the world felt so much safer, peaceful happier without her around. My eyes are watering at the memories. The first 12 months were magical, then reality checked.. I realized this freedom was illusional… Alone, without a plan, without even a meaning, I couldn’t do it. So I came back home”-

– What about real freedom, not the illusional freedom, as you put it, but real freedom from her– wasn’t it a meaning, for you?

anita