“My stomach did the flip flop. Again. It’s been more than enough time. I thought I was moving on. And the flip happened… ‘How do I get rid of the hope?'”
This happened to me yesterday; sometimes you just have to let it happen. This post is a healthy reminder that we all often feel this way, and it’s okay.
It happened again. I was on the peripheral of a conversation about my ex. And my stomach did the flip flop. Again. It’s been more than enough time. I thought I was moving on. And the flip happened.
So I grabbed one of my friends from the office where the conversation was happening and asked her to take a walk with me. She is a hip mother of two young adults, so I like getting her advice.
I didn’t feel like crying, I explained. I wasn’t mad or uncomfortable. Well, I was mad. I was mad that my body still had a reaction to his name.
I demand to know why! I want to know what I can do to make it stop! Immediately!
So I asked her, “what’s that all about?!”
She wisely answered, “I think that’s hope.”
Oh. Yeah, you’re right. You hit that nail right on the…
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