Thank you for the kind reply. No matter how far I have come in this journey, you are right to say that this woman still is not COMPLETELY out of my system.
The reason I opened up my Facebook page is in line with the rationale of so many people here: to send a message and get back at her for the suffering, even though, as someone here wrote, her own suffering is or may be far greater. My postcard of “adieux” from Paris was about me moving on; it was my own closure, and the memories of that tear-filled and hope-filled journey continue to give me joy and strength.
I feel that I have come a very long way since I first started writing here. For a long time, I thought that I was living some bizarre real-life version of that Kylie Minogue song, “Can’t Get You Out of My Head,” or that Liza Minelli/PSB song, “Losing My Mind.” Indeed, I was possessed.
At this time, I no longer spend my entire day going over all her words and actions in my brain. I no longer wake up in the morning with a photo of her in my mind. I have no problem not opening or responding to her last e-mail about the postcard; in fact, the thought of doing so makes me feel sick. I manage to see other women as attractive and sensual, whereas before no woman could ever come close to her: she was a panther and the only thing in the world.
If there is one thing that she did in a very calculated and effective manner, it was to study (and read about) my interests, passions, and underlying character traits to create a persona that would sweep me off my feet. She managed to do this so well until her cracks started to show; her need to control and make demands got the best of her, so she underestimated how deeply I had fallen for her. As so many others, including AlwaysGrowing, have noted, what remains is the idea that we do not know with whom we were dealing. If you ask me, that is the biggest turnoff of them all, worse than her cheating.
I feel a change occurring and, for the longest time, I never thought it was possible.
Merci et a bientot,