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| the kiss off card |
Beginning with the breakup... and I paid for the dinner. Shit happens, doesn't it? I wonder if there is a limit as to how much one person is supposed to clean up, but so far, mine has not been reached. The romance of the year has ended and the ship has sailed. So many cliche's to explain such events. Moving on seems to be the best course of action.
Things come in threes I am told, both good and bad. I have to admit, that a specialty in bad stuff showing up in threes is more my game than having the good fall in my lap. Over the past 7 days, I have received a letter from my boss expressing concern - once again - about my voice (not what I say or how I say it, but rather a certain quality to it), a kiss off (well, not actually a kiss) from the guy who said he loved me and wanted me to move in and be his woman, and now, the hot water heater.. somehow that last part seems apropos. My world has gone cold. Had to turn the furnace off last night too as the hot water from the boiler feeds the water heater and when one goes bad, the other suffers as well. One stroke of good luck was the gas company delivering propane for my fire logs.. I had heat even if it did require a night on the couch in order to stay warm. Did I mention that after an early warm wave, the temps dropped back to a normal 30 something for March?
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| Holy Cow! |
Back to the kiss off... over the years I have broken things off with men and have had some of them drop me like a bad egg, but this one was certainly a surprise. Two days after being told I was loved and that he adored looking at me, I was told that having a job (mine) was a detriment. He was beginning to see himself as a "man servant, a wife, a (insert expletive here)..". Pretty offensive words for all those women (myself included) who have spent time at home caring for a family - the working husband included. Being retired means he is now the one at home and since I work, this position leaves him feeling like he is obligated to be the homemaker. And, I, of course, am responsible for that. You gotta love when a conversation takes place without your knowledge and you are still responsible for what the other person thinks you are thinking... holy cow! A mind reader, I am not.. and reading mine is dangerous - even for me some days. For the record I have never asked for the dinners I was invited over to share and have not left stuff to be picked up as I moved from his bed to my job. Moving in was not suggested by me.. and I take no responsibility for any assumptions made - real or imagined...
All that said - facts are facts. I work. And, I will continue to work until someone assures me a retirement package that keeps me in a reasonable style or offers me millions of dollars to live that life I know I was always intended to have.. tropical island and all... until then, I am still...
