... I'll have to write more on this later. Right now my mind is kind of swirling.
Ok I'm back...
I've been waiting for this day for a long time now. Almost two years really. I finally filed in May, and thought it was going to take forever to actually happen. But I got the call today. Its final.
As soon as I heard that my brain kicked into this weird other gear that I'm not sure I've experienced many times before. Maybe gear is the wrong word...it was (and still is) more like in a blurry state of daze. My skin feels tingly.
I'm not upset, but I'm not happy. Maybe I am a little happy, but only the kind of happy feeling you get from a weight being lifted off your shoulders. Of course I'll never be happy that my marriage failed, though.
Woah this is weird.
The picture above is the actual hand of the one who left me. That's the actual ring that the one who left me decided she was not going to give back to me (I'm not going to get into that particular classy move). The picture below is one she did with charcoal, called "Two Faced". Funny how the meaning of that one changed looking back.
1 comment:
I'm sure there is a saying somewhere that says something like, "I wouldn't want to be part of a club that wouldn't want me as a member." The decision to keep that ring is a way to have it both ways. She chose glamor over integrity, and that says more about her than it does about you. Definitely a "bad driver," a la Gatsby. You meanwhile, are a fighter. Aren't all programmers that way?
eric
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