All fairytales end. Even fairytale divorces. Ours ended before it began. I’ve been holding off on officially filing for divorce until Mike can rearrange a lot of things financially. (don’t cringe too much. i think it’s OKAY. really. in everyone’s best interest and all of that)
he did not say the words, “And in return for this favor, i will not date local beauties and spend money on other women from our joint account where you can see all the details.”
and clearly… he did not THINK those words.
and somehow… I just heard them anyway.
Anyway. It was an excellent opportunity to see how the news affected me, and wonder why, and then put on my $7 tiara and look to the One whose love and perspective actually does matter.
What Mike does should be of little concern to me now. I just want a separate financial arrangement so that it really isn’t any of my concern on that level, either. I wish him every happiness. I just didn’t expect him to, uh, realize EVERY happiness quite so soon. But he’s always been an overachiever.
It is a GORGEOUS day here. I’m going outside to paint furniture. I have a Queen Anne headboard that is begging to be painted emerald green. I should probably oblige.
I urge y’all to look at exactly where your self worth comes from, and I hope that you are completely satisfied with ALL the answers that come to mind. If you’re not, let this be your own opportunity to re-think. That’s where I am.
(It’s not a bad place to be, and the weather’s great.)