this is my mantra. I cut the cord. Whenever I think of ex-T, whenever I miss her or miss having her support, I don't deny that. I validate the parts of me that have those feelings. yes. we miss her. yes, it felt good to be cared for by her. And here were are, not then, but now. And now, again, over and over: I cut the cord. I cut the cord. I needed the cord once and it was there, and I cut the cord. I'm here, on the other side of that severing, and I'm ok. I cut the cord.

it's all that's getting me through.