Today I am thankful for miracles.
I was sad all day.
I honestly thought that my ex would never move out.
I honestly was beginning to believe that I would never get to the point of actually kissing my dear friend due to residual energy of my ex on my clothes.
My clothes are in this house.
My ex is in this house.
Everything in this house smells like my ex.
My clothes smell like my ex.
I cannot kiss anybody when I smell my ex.
That smell has been associated with years and years of celibacy.
I was sad about it.
If I cannot kiss, I cannot continue my relationship with my friend.
I can't seduce him into trying things that would spice life up a bit.
I was depressed.
I was soooo depressed that I actually ate a frozen Twinkie.
I hate snack cakes.
They look like little phallic symbols with cream filling.
I froze it so I couldn't bite into it.
I wanted to take my sweet time eating the caloric monster.
I sucked on it.
Every suck made me cry.
My ex watched the spectacle of the sobbing diet sabotage.
So, my ex took pity on me and we struck an agreement.
This was the agreement.
He will borrow $3,000 from the retirement account to move out of the house within the next two weeks.
He will pay it back in $300 increments.
If he can't do that, he'll give me that amount from the huge tax refund he's going to get because I put off the divorce until January.
Sigh....
I feel so much lighter and happier.
I'm going to stay positive.
Wow....
Positive thinking works (in conjunction with sucking frozen phallic symbols while crying toxic tears of self-pity)!!!
I'm hoping the smudging stick works to get rid of the smell on my clothes, the house, and my car.
Maybe things will work out after all.
Love ya,
S.