One year ago today. Mack and I were making up after a breakup. On my office floor. He allowed himself to reunite with me, but only after I apologized and groveled after breaking up with him. Because he was wearing me out with all the arguments over imagined slights. Over his jealousy of a man I dated four years earlier. And because he lived with another woman. His “roommate.” (But no jealousy for me. My suspicions were going to kill our relationship.) So many lies. So many unbelievable lies that I pretended to believe. Why? To have a man around. It was the beginning of another “honeymoon” phase. And I wanted to believe his lies. I wanted the engagement ring I wore to mean something. I wanted the fantasy to be real.
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Oh, the may-as-well-be-made-of-dust engagement ring… You had one, too? This type of man gives the entire male species a bad name. I fell back into the honeymoon phase about three or four times. 😦
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I had one, too. I overheard this about engagements rings, once: “I’ll get it resized to fit my middle finger. Consider it a statement.”
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Seriously, this man. It’s sad.
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It was sad. But oh what a difference a year makes.
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And look where you are a year later.. Eyes wide open instead of eyes wide shut.
head up and onward 🙂
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Onward ho.
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That second sentence scares me to death. RUN from anyone who is like this ( I know easy to say, but doing is harder…). Glad you’re movin’ on – You deserve so much more! You’re right: “onward ho” – with style, grace, and determination – and joy
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Thanks for your kind comment. Lesson learned! In this I am confident. I’ve blogged my way through it (mostly), and made it to the other side. Looking back, it’s a wonder I didn’t see how bad it was as it was happening. The desire to believe the fantasy is a powerful thing.
Style, determination, grace, and joy: I do believe I’ve got a bit of each. 🙂
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