Counting Losses
I'm four years out now, from all the chaos and hurt that never was resolved or healed. It's crazy, huh? Also four years since I first started blogging about this whole mess. I haven't been writing much about this but that's really the natural course of these blogs. There comes a time when you simply have said it all and once you are removed from your surroundings, there just isn't fodder for emotional garbage anymore. Or so they say. Lately, the NMIL has been trying to write me. I've yet to respond to anything and honestly, there is nothing for me to respond to. They will always have our address for tax purposes, thanks to the setup of the trust DH is involved with. There never was an apology to me specifically and they know this. No amount of grasping for straws of common ground from them will ever 'get me back' they never really got to know me. I just feel like it's the end. Of feelings from me, of an era of pain and sadness. Nice t...