It's All Gone Under the Bridge

A few weeks back I talked about this, and I think that I can now say that I am over it. I harbor no more ill feelings. I wondered for a long time if I simply over-reacted, but I don't think I did. At any rate, time heals all wounds, (although I'm sure it isn't "time" that's actually doing the healing here), and I am glad for it, because I hated how I felt about the whole thing and now I just feel serene with it all. I think we are now in a position that if it were to happen again, it wouldn't affect us quite as drastically, and we'll be able to shrug it off with a laugh. Okay, maybe not a laugh, but definitely with an attitude of "here we go again" instead of "what in the bloody **** is going on here??" followed by more cursing and unbridled anger. We're good!