I'm frustrated and anxious today.

Separating isn't easy.

New realities to face, as you're ready to face them; it's like as soon as you face and overcome one, not long after the next one is there waiting. I couldn't imagine facing all of them at once though.

Today I'm trying to finish separating our joint bank account. I'm feeling limited financially (cue anxiety). I'm thinking about how naive I was. How much I trusted, without any hint of doubt that things wouldn't work out. That I never considered that this, separating bank accounts, would ever happen.

And then I'm thinking of how much I trusted, without any hint of doubt that things wouldn't work out, and I wouldn't have done it any other way. I didn't hold anything back. I gave everything I had up until this point in my life, because I will learn what I can about myself, and love and life, from this and grow. Next time I will be wiser, but not less trusting. Not less.