That’s the word the connsellor used to describe how I was feeling. She said it was ok to feel at peace with where we are. I still feel good and have even started to put things back the way I like them.
Feeling refreshed that I can finally use my own shower, have things hanging in the wardrobe the way I like them and most importantly can stop pretending I am what I’m not.
Bedroom feels nice and fresh too. I don’t actually feel the need to lock it when I need some peace anymore. I can’t believe I have been so blind to what this has all been about.