I am home. Actually, I have been back in Texas since last Sunday but I spent a few days at my daughter's. The wedding was sort of anti-climactic, which I figured would happen, but I have a bad habit of blowing things out of proportion. I think I am addicted to angst. Well, maybe not addicted, but given my recent history, I just expect the worst. I'm such a ray of sunshine and optimism.
The ex was there sans the homewrecker. (What a chickenshit) I swear he still looks at me like he loves me, it's freaking disconcerting. Turns out Big D aka Leatherneck aka Yoko Ono aka the "C" word didn't want to be there for her grand introduction to the family while I was there. (She's a chickenshit too) His family treated me as they always have. It was nice. I had to leave the reception/dance early because I had to get up early the next morning to go to Wichita to attend a wedding shower for my sister's son and it sounds like I missed out on some craziness.
I feel the hurt I have felt (wallowed in) after being dumped evolving into anger. It's about bloody time. My 78 year old daddy swears he has a fist with the ex's name on it. His anger kicked in long before mine did.
I have a month before school starts again. Too much free time to think.
4 comments:
It is good that you get mad. You have to get angry as all hell before you start to let all of it out. When Brenda died, i had to slog around in all the self pity. The I got pissed about her death. I ask my Mother, a widow, how did she get over Dad's death. She said that she did not get over it, she got used to it! That is what I have done, or am still working on. Hang in there Hero!
He DOES still love you...
Don't worry YOU'LL get over it!
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Yeah, I am working on it too, Mango.
Working on that too, Chup.
M'am...
Your ex is not worth a moment of anger, hatred, regret or sorrow because those are moments you could invest in your own happiness. He has taken much from you, do not give him anything else.
"Happiness depends upon ourselves."
~ Aristotle
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