Last night we burnt the last remanent of my rage.
A year ago, I was not in a good place. My anger and hurt feeling bubbled up to all parts of my life. Threatening everything I held dear.
I broke many things: pottery, furniture, trying to break him.
I nearly broke my marriage.
My release of my nympho side saved it all.
Who knew that sleeping with others would be the salve to heal my aching soul? I would finally find the way to forgiveness I so desperately sought last summer. It healed me, and sealed my connection to the Lion in ways that even I can’t describe.
The last piece of my rage was a smashed wooden chair, that sat at the back of the cottage, silently accusing me of being a vindictive, angry bitch.
Last night it burnt… along with the last splinters of the old me.