My favorite book right now is “The missing piece meets the big O” by Shel Silverstein. It’s the most simple, yet beautifully profound book examining relationships. Like many people, I was convinced that I was a whole person, that I was rolling along with my significant other as two whole people. Retrospect is much clearer, however, and now I realize that I’ve actually been the missing piece all along, depending on someone else to make me whole. It wasn’t until I chose to be alone, to face my scary truths, that this clarity has washed over me. In the carnage of my destroyed marriage, I somehow found the truth, and more importantly, myself. I am the missing piece no more. I am filling my voids myself, I no longer depend on someone to make things okay for me. I make things okay for me, with lots of help from God. So I’m rolling now, a true Big O, rolling alone, but I’m doing it on my own. From now on, if I find another person to share life with, it will be because I want them in my life, not because I need anything from them. And this thought makes me feel good because I am aware now. And I am healed and whole.