Time flies when you’ve never been happier.

Time flies when you’ve never been more at peace.

Time flies when you’ve never been in control of your own destiny more than right now.

Yet, here we are.

One full year later.

January 7th marks the one-year anniversary of when I learned the truth.

Since she made a fatal error.

Since she left her watch at home.

Since I read the texts like my life depended on it.

That’s because quite literally, my life did depend on it.

Time does fly.

No need to rehash what happened.

You all know, and if you don’t go back to past posts for when it was fresh and I needed to spill my guts in writing as part of my healing process.

So, this is just a simple blog post.

Commemorating….

Time.

Time flies.

Time heals.

All we need is time.

Give it some time.

With time you’ll come to realize.

If I could go back in time.

You get the idea.

With time, in this case, a full year, I’ve realized that time does indeed heal all wounds.

I am at peace with what I found out.

I am at peace with how I kicked her out of my life once and for all.

It was a stellar performance on my part, after all.

I am at peace with how I got my life back from the depths of the despair that she brought upon me.

With time, for me, comes peace.

One last little bit about time.

Last year was perfectly timed.

Had it not happened when it did, who knows…. I might have missed the chance of…. a lifetime.

The chance to give my orange cat, Vance, his forever home.

Perfect timing, I’d say.

So my advice?

Give it time.

It will get better.