Dwelling on the past

Today is one of those days where I can't stop thinking about the past. All the times it's happened. All the times it's happened and I didn't know about it. What is there that I don't know? I have to work so hard to remind myself that I have to let it go. Not for my husband, but for me. Sure it's important to forgive him and move on, especially when he is sorry/asks for forgiveness. But the more I dwell on it, the crazier it makes me. And I've decided I want peace.

So, once again it's time to do the mental work of letting it go. I'm sure I'll have to do it again and again for a long time until I am free.