Focus

My life is like and artistic photo - where the focal point is not on the most important subject matter I have been thinking about the thugs I post about. The reason I don't post about my children is that it is too raw. Too painful. And way too depressing. I am cornered. My ex is the smartest person I have ever met. He's also calculated and strategic. He's methodical. And that's how he has planned and executed this.
I honestly don't believe he is an evil man but I think he saw a sucker and took the advantage. I'm the fool that feel for it.
Kudos to him. He now has a new girlfriend is buying a new car and training to be a blacksmith. He's chasing his dreams and catching them.
My focus cannot be on my dream. My dream is unattainable. I have been advised to get a new dream but that's like telling someone to change the colour of their eyes.
Instead, I choose to focus on the tiny glimmers of happiness I get from listening to music and dancing. Time to let go is fast approaching. I'm not ready but I probably never would be. There's nothing you can do to prepare yourself for the shit life deals you. Focus on something else. That's all I have to keep me going from day to day.