Memories….some are a blessing, and some are indeed lessons. Recently, I’ve been driving the MLC (Mid Life Crisis) convertible to work, due to a change in carpool arrangements with my son. This is not something I wanted to do at all. I didn’t want to drive the enlightenment vessel to WORK…it will ruin the joy, but the alternative of the teenager driving it to school changed my mind.
Well, well, well…. sometimes things just really do happen for a reason now don’t they?
I stopped to get gas and the ex-husband rolls right into the pump next to me. He doesn’t even notice me. Actually, he never took his eyes off of his phone. It’s not that I don’t “see” him around, he lives within walking distance from me, in his parent’s basement. You are all smart enough to fill in those blanks. He sat in the car, while wife #3 went in to pay for the gas…some things really, really never do change.
NEWS FLASH: If you think you have the “power” to change someone…think again.
This scene had me thinking… “Is there a THANK YOU card big enough for this guy?” Of course, I can say that now, this “marriage” ended almost 24 years ago…a lifetime ago in the book of me. This part of my book was young, fun and filled with hope and promise, but the last chapter ended dramatically. I came home to him in our bed with another woman. O, yea, that crap does happen outside of the Lifetime channel. The term “crime of passion” was completely understood.
As I was driving, I remembered the aftermath of that day and the devastation that followed. Then it came…the FLASHBACK: I couldn’t believe I forgot about my meltdown. Well, I guess I didn’t actually remember it, I just packed it away because I didn’t need it anymore…but this encounter brought it back to the surface and it left me laughing out loud. Never underestimate the power of a hissy fit! After they abruptly left the bedroom and sped off down the street. I started to stuff all of his belongings into big trash bags; I grabbed the bottles of wine and glasses from the nightstands (o, yes) and drug everything to his parent’s house, a block away. I have no idea why I went there, but I did. Maybe I just assumed this is where he would be living..who knows. I started dumping all the clothes on their front lawn, poured the wine all over the clothes, topped it all off with the glasses and began jumping up and down on everything. I’m a little disappointed that YouTube wasn’t around, because I am confident this would have gone viral. Now, I can only hope that it’s at least considered Folklore amongst the neighbors.
“When someone shows you who they are, believe them” Maya Angelou
No need to feel bad for me because this was single-handedly the best thing that could have ever happened. This guy showed me who he was looooong before the “I do’s,” but I didn’t believe him. I was still under the impression that he would…change. He tried to tell me over and over again who he was, and I am the one who chose to close my eyes, cover my ears and sing lalalalalalala for years. He continued to live his life according to my low expectations, as I continued to surrender another piece of myself each day.
Since then I have been blessed with the opportunity to turn the page, start new chapters and direct myself towards a happy ending. We all have the POWER to say this is NOT how the story is going to END so …… Enjoy The Ride!