Letting Go

I never thought it was this easy to let go of something I had considered a security blanket for almost 11 years. I thought I would have to go through a special kind of regression like bedwetting, thumbsucking, and curling up like a fetus all at the same time.

I remember that I didn't get to pee in bed... ever! My mom said I learned bladder control way before I learned how to walk.

I cried that fateful day, not because I felt pain. It was actually tears of, err, relief. Plus pity for him. Sorry, he doesn't want to get mentioned in any of my next posts. And I will cease to do so. I have to respect the guy...

Now that he's not a part of my world anymore, I guess it would be rude to try mentioning him in my entries. Don't be shocked to find his photos missing in this page the next time to check it out. And if I am ready to let go even of the beautiful memories he had instilled in my life, I might be up to deleting the previous entries I wrote about the great thing we used to share.

It was easy to ask forgiveness for whatever inconvenience I caused him, thank him for all the lovely memories we had shared and for the lovely offspring, and forgive him for all the pain he brought me. So, this is letting go. It's rewarding. It's a relief! :P