Thank God I moved to Florida! What a perfect move it turned out to be! I think about all the good things…my life here, my friends here, being close to family, my writers group, open mic night and of course, Dan.
But imagine if I was close enough to my crazy ex for him to reach me. I wonder what horrible delusions he would play out then. And even worse if my son was still living near him. Geezus. I haven’t and won’t tell my son about this latest episode, unless he’s hospitalized or something. I sure won’t tell him that his fathers sitting on the rock at the end of the driveway, looking for him. That’s so creepy. My ex is in complete denial of the brutality he visited upon my son. He will not hold himself accountable.
And then there was the other one, that I had such a hard time letting go of. So glad that he made that drunken phone call to me the night before my ex was hospitalized, and 5 days before he was due here. So glad I was given the real picture of who he was. I’m so glad he felt he could tell me anything, and did! So happy that when I hung up with him, I lay in bed saying, “What the F**K were you thinking???” I was shaking. It would have been so bad. I’d shut that door before, but this time sealed it and threw the key away.
I guess the universe had been working in my behalf, and now I think it believed I was done. Two weeks later, Dan walked into my life. Amazing how that worked. Close the wrong door and the right one opens.
Anyway, the intervention worker has not called me, so I am assuming that they don’t feel it’s urgent to talk to me about my ex. Good. I hope they start leaving me out of that loop.
My writers group of women is coming over in about an hour. I think we’ll actually talk about writing this time, but not the whole time. It will make for a fun evening. Girls night (or evening) out, lol. Some wine, some smoke, some girl talk, and writing.
Love and light.