I am feeling a lot better now. I called Mike again last night (yes, the hammer was still in my hand). We were on the phone for a while, I was crying and telling him how much I loved him, nothing new, really. Then I had this really strong feeling of peace and new understanding. I think this was the proverbial moment of 'letting go'.
So, I am happy to say that the hammer is back in the toolbox, tucked away in the closet, where it belongs.
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