I have not had the best day ever.
The day started out fine…sun was shining, birds were singing. I went into one of my client’s offices today for a meeting that lasted 2.75 hours (way too long but very informative & productive).
Basically I was feeling pretty good about life.
And then, as I rounded the corner to my cube, I saw…
the ex.
He had come up from his new workspace at another facility and was in the office for a staff lunch and meeting.
I was unprepared.
This is the first time I’ve seen him in a month, since he moved in with the whore and the divorce was finalized.
I’ve been feeling great – so happy lately – not really giving him much thought.
I never realized how much I hate him.
I don’t hate many people.
I. HATE. HIM.
When I saw him sitting there, all smug, I wanted to kick his ass from the office to the next state.
What a mother fucker he is.
I stayed long enough to ask him to send my insurance mail and then took off. I was leaving anyway. Just seeing him was completely unsettling. I don’t want to have contact with him. Being friends with your ex is complete bullshit.
To settle down, I had a nice lunch and then went to get my nails done. (They are so purdy now)
Then, while eating dinner, I watched the movie “Then She Found Me” which I just got in Netflix. I didn’t really know what it was about, which was unfortunate. It was about a woman whose husband leaves her, who wants to have a baby and then there’s a bunch of drama and a bunch of stuff about adoption.
For those who read this, my ex and I had FINISHED our adoption papers in December. We were going through some troubles last year and I gave him an out in October and he didn’t take it – said we’d be fine to get kids this year. Christ, I even had picked out their furniture and bought material for curtains. A family friend had bought material to make quilts. The BASTARD even let me put out a newsletter in our Christmas card announcing that we were going to adopt this year. Then, on Jan 1st, he’s gone. Knew the entire time he wasn’t going to stay with me and the kids thing wasn’t going to happen but “didn’t want to spoil my holidays” (How FUCKING BENEVOLENT of him!)
So watching the movie didn’t help.
I mean, what kind of selfish arrogant asshole does that to someone?
Thank god we are divorced. THANK GOD.
I only have to see him once more to sign our taxes before I never have to have contact with him again. He can live out his unhappy life (because he’s basically an unhappy person who is unwilling to do ANYTHING to make his life better and expects everyone to cater to his every need…”Why do you want me to be unhappy” is his favorite saying) and I don’t need to know what is happening.
9 months ago, I thought my life was ending.
Hardly.
APPARENTLY, I needed to get this off my chest in a bad way. I sound like a bitter divorcee but I think it was just the shock of seeing him unexpectedly. I’m finding that after the final papers came back was when I let loose with my emotions (and expletives!).
This will be the last divorce/ex husband related post I will be writing in this blog because quite frankly, there are more interesting things to talk about.
Tomorrow, back to my life.
Thanks for listening.
