Going through some old file boxes, I found a journal I kept briefly during the mid-90s. There were a number of entries from one of the Key West Christmases.

Despite the idyllic vacation, my discontent with my relationship with the High Tech Exec was clear in every one of them.

The origin of my discontent was NOT clear. I suppose you’d call it free-floating discontent.

I loved the HTE very much, but just not in “that” way. Still, I hung in there another 10 years. That’s 10 years of my life spent discontent in a relationship that became a failed marriage.

Looking back at it now, I wonder if it was necessary. Necessary to position me for the future. That I had to spin my wheels for a while while the Universe slowly moved to right itself.

I would hate to think that I hung in there for some other reason.

Although I AM a hopeless optimist.