Shake hands, we shall never be friends, all’s over;
I only vex you the more I try.
All’s wrong that ever I’ve done or said,
And nought to help it in this dull head:
Shake hands, here’s luck, good-bye.But if you come to a road where danger
A. E. Housman
Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share,
Be good to the lad that loves you true
And the soul that was born to die for you,
And whistle and I’ll be there.
I think the days are winding down of seeing my therapist. We’ve been having our weekly sessions now going on almost three months and I’m finding that I have less and less to talk about. Take today for instance, I was done talking only a half-hour into our session.
Having a therapist was the best thing I could have done. In the beginning I was broken and feeling helpless. Today, I am in a great place and very happy. I found that moving beyond a bad relationship is pretty straight-forward; it’s finding and reconnecting with oneself and creating strategies that make sure you don’t make the same mistakes again that takes time.
On top of that, Seattle Pride weekend was a revelation. I had so much fun and met so many great guys – guys that wanted to hang out and get to know me. I’m not interested in dating – although I’m in a good place, my heart is still broken. But I’m definitely ready to make some more great friends. And there’s one fellow in particular, that I think, sometime down the road, might be someone I’d like to spend a lot more time with, but I’m enjoying what life is offering at the moment.