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Getting Lucky

 
Today I am thankful for those moments when I realize how lucky I truly am.
 
 
 
I spent Friday night with my friend. 
 
 
I didn't sleep more than three hours in two days.  When I left his place a little after noon, I was so tired that I forgot how to use the brakes on my van. 
 
 
Please don't laugh. 
 
 
My world was not normal. 
 
 
I was shaking. 
 
 
I had no energy. 
 
 
I realized after two hours of resting in my car that the reason the brakes did not work was that I was not putting enough weight on the pedal to engage them. 

Maybe there was something wrong with my legs? 

I don't know. 
 
 
I made it home around 3:30 in the afternoon. 
 
 
My ex was there. 
 
 
He said I had my friend's energy all over me. 
 
 
Wasn't that polite? 
 
 
I was impressed. 
 
 
Then he promised to never make another move on me again. 
 
 
If I had known that this would make my life easier, I would have done that along time ago.  At the very least, I could have rented a hotel room for a weekend and pretended to be a whore. 
 
I drove my ex to his place of employment so he could fix his car.  We got into an argument because he called me '[his] sexy wife' in front of his co-workers just after I received a filthy email from my friend and my face was five shades of red.

I wasn't wearing make-up, so I guess I needed the color in my face. 

Ugh!!! 

Yeah....my ex claims he's changing.  I can believe him this time....

really....

yes....

sure....

uh-huh....

Really?   

When he says that...I get a horrific pain in my neck. 

I needed an entire bottle of Advil for my psychosomatic complaint. 

Wow...
 
There is too much drama....
 
What in the world does a divorce agreement mean to a Libertarian?
 
This does not compute.  If the government backed separation agreement does not mean a thing, what does a government issued marriage certificate mean?
 
Maybe I need to start dressing, acting, and sleeping in hotel rooms like a whore (even if I am all alone). 
 
Wow....
 
Love ya,
 
S.