A friend and I were sitting over our usual brunch, and laughed as we looked back at a time where she wanted the guy I ended up with. As we sunk our teeth into our juicy fruit plates, we too sunk our teeth in some juicy conversation. “Better you than me” she said. I smiled in a way you only can when you’ve reached acceptance. I responded by saying something along the lines of, “at least he’ll be someone else’s problem soon, if I’m lucky.”
“Here’s to her” my friend said as we clicked our champane-filled flutes. I’ll drink to that.
Isn’t it remarkable blondies, how we spend so much time caught up in the idea and emotion of another, that we lose the ability to see why ending things with them was the right decision and furthermore, a good thing? I’m always humored when time breeds the clarity that I wish I had in the first place.
For those of you once head-over-manolo girls out there, I commend you if you have reached a genuine level of acceptance. You are now ridden of the woman scorned or the bitchy breaker-upper (as his friends titled you) shadow that seemed to follow you and you now radiate and angelic and unaffected glow.
One woman’s trash is another woman’s treasure. Let’s call today garbage day. Don’t forget to put your’s out at the end of the curb.
– Jenny Jen