Binge watched The Split. About a couple cheating on each other, divorcing and then accepting the cheating was because they were just over. That they shared good times that shouldn't just be forgotten. That sometimes marriages can't be saved, but if both parties are willing, good memories can be shared with the acknowledgement that you both once meant a lot to each other, instead of trying to forget.
It is kind of uplifting. But it also made me sad again. Because that can only happen if that is what you both want.
I'd like to reach out. I'd like to heal. Why should people try to block out the happy times by cutting out chunks of our past? But I don't think I could take it if the answer was: just leave me alone, I don't want to be reminded in any way, not even of the good things.
Ugh. I need a housemate or more locally-based friends to distract me when I spiral like this.
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