I wanted my ex-husband to be happy.
I gave everything I could to help him overcome his/our difficulties, but he wasn’t.
Then in a dream last night, he called me on the phone to come over and meet his new, younger girlfriend (dream, not reality).
His elation and captivation with her emanated through the airways with such purity that his feelings were infectious.
I could feel my spirit expanding with love at the fact that my dearest wish was coming true – my once-beloved was at last experiencing supreme, unfettered joy and was sharing it with me.
But wait.
Record scratch.
It was technically at my expense.
He was discarding me.
Trading me.
In self defense, I began yelling.
I was then pulled into that situation and made to experience their perfect bond sensorily, so I began fighting back, emotionally.
And the corruption of that perfect moment for them caused her to go away and destroyed what they had briefly gained.
And now we were all left with nothing.
For he still did not want me.
And I was still hurt and angry.
Well then, “F*** It.”
Let them be happy.
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