Epiphany
As I was riding my bike home from work yesterday, I was meditating a bit on the whole “emotional preparation” theme I been tasked with, and I had a bit of an epiphany.
I can’t allow the fact that my ex ruined my life to ruin my life.
I have a lot of good stuff going on: a good job that pays well, provides a pension (how many employers do that anymore?), and gives me regular pay raises. I have a super girlfriend. I own my house and pay a negligible mortgage of $375.00 (largely covered by my housemates). And soon enough we’ll be trading Sam for a year or so at a time, rather than these bullshit one-week-every-other-month visits.
Yeah, she robbed me.
Every single shoulder ride I don’t get to give is a theft. The months and weeks I miss with Sam because of his mother are a direct theft. I deeply hold this against my ex.
But I can’t let the bitch get away with ruining my life. It’s my life. I’m not the one who had to drop out of school. I’m not the one who earned a bachelor’s degree from UPenn uses that degree to wait tables. She ruined her own life: she’s not going to ruin mine.
