My plan of action!
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| Tue, 05-03-2005 - 11:18am |
I'm very excited. June 28 will be my last day at work, and on June 30, I'm moving to my sister's, which is in another state. I will have enough money saved up to live on for a while, and I have a phone interview in a couple of weeks with a company in the state I'm moving to.
I've disengaged a lot. I don't care how the house looks anymore; it was never technically my home, anyway. I was just allowed to live here. I don't react to his snide remarks. I simply ignore him or smirk. He told his online girlfriend that I was too sensitive. Well, he's pretty well squashed any sensitivity I ever had right out of me; I think he could jump into bed with someone right in front of me, and I'd just giggle. I simply don't care anymore.
Here's what I won't miss after I'm gone:
A 43-year-old man using the expression "it's all good."
A 43-year-old man using the expression "jacked up."
Finding evidence of intimate, cozy chats between the man who is supposed to be my boyfriend, and other women.
Being spoken to like a 5-year-old.
Being berated over bathroom towels.
Yes, that's right, bathroom towels. I just graduated from a program and passed a board exam that's equal in difficulty to a bar exam for attorneys, and I'm being lectured by some cheating dork who thinks I wash towels too much. I need to find a level of existence where I have people in my life who respect me for who I am and what I contribute, not judge me for how often I decide to rotate the washcloths. (And just in case anyone's wondering, his reasons had nothing to do with conserving water or laundry detergent.)
Actually, I have no plans at all to have any man in my life for a very long time. And even if someday I do decide to let some man share my life, I think he can jolly well hire a maid, and then he can yell at her if she has the nerve to wash his towels too much. I'm too old for this.

Whoooooooooooo!
CL-Blueliner4