Challenge – Day Eleven

Your current relationship; if you’re single discuss that too.

So if you’re new here, I’m d-i-v-o-r-c-e-d. It wasn’t my idea, but it was actually one of the best things that could have happened to me. The Douche and I were together for 14 years. I always knew he was egocentric, but he was also handsome, charming, charismatic, fun, and clever and if I’m honest, the early years were reasonably enjoyable. Unfortunately, as time went on the narcissism became all consuming. He also became manipulative, controlling, and abusive. It didn’t happen overnight, but by slow inches. I didn’t see it happening until I was huddled at the bottom of a frighteningly dark well.

The last year of our co-habitation things got ugly in a way that I don’t care to dwell on. However, it was grisly enough that I finally pushed back. That’s when he admitted that he had been having an affair with The Strumpet (which I had suspected for some time) and was leaving me for her. This transpired on the day of our 10th wedding anniversary. Take that as you will.

The Big Break-up occurred exactly 2 years, 6 months, and 21 days ago. But who’s counting? Early in year 2, I had a brief fling with The Blue Eyed Irish Boy. I went into it knowing that it wasn’t going to last; we wanted different things in life. However, it did serve the purpose of making me feel better about myself and my desirability as a woman. I mean, he was young. And absurdly attractive. Snap.

Since then I’ve been on a few rather disappointing dates. On a wine soaked whim, I created a profile on a dating website, but that’s pretty much been a joke. And not a haha funny joke, but a boy this is super pathetic & it makes me question the future of humanity kind of joke.

That’s the sum of my love life. Granted, I’m not actively searching for someone; I haven’t been on the prowl, so to speak. I’m pretty comfortable with my independence and I’d far rather be on my own than with someone who isn’t absolutely, stunningly spectacular. I actually might gradually be turning un-date-able; solitude and self-reliance are powerful drugs.

Besides, last Halloween my soul-mate moved in:

Derpy Dog – 8 weeks!


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