This week has felt distinctly fateful. I mean, it’s not often you can say you nearly ran in head on with your ex-partner and the bitch who caused him to be my ex partner within the same day.
I actually saw her first on the Wednesday evening, for the first time in.. ohhh… what? Three years? Mind you, she has been keeping a pretty low profile.
So, anyway, she was wandering down on the opposite side of the road. Just as well really, because, please excuse my french, if I’d been on that side of the road she could have been french toast.
If I sound a tad annoyed, it might be that for nine months she was seeing my partner of seven years, on the side (like a round of extra french fries and thighs), whilst also visiting my house every Sunday ‘as a friend’ for role play gaming sessions with said hubby and another friend. (Jusque un peu Brazen, non?)
Point is, I took a deep breath.. and let her go.
Then Thursday comes along, I swing around the corner into a middle aisle of the local supermarket and nearly collide into my ex-partner. Except really, I didn’t want to hang around and chat. So I just kept going. I’m not sure if he registered I was there or just decided that following me might have been detrimental to his health.
Odd thing is, I look back on both of them and just think, good luck to them. Because perhaps, really, it’s better that I am out of that relationship (it wasn’t healthy for me).
I just find it odd that I saw both of them for the first time in ages, within a 24 hour period. And in a way, it really focuses on one point: finally letting go of the past and moving on. Which I really am aiming to do, by moving away from my current job and into training and then on, hopefully into teaching, in another country this autumn.
I also find it wonderful that a good friend of mine is also getting to move to another country in the autumn – it will be an equally exciting time for her as it will be for me: she’s headed to Hong Kong, which sounds like an amazing place to go live for a year.
Sometimes, by taking a deep breath and stepping out into the scary fray, you find yourself entering a whole new phase of life. I’m a big fan of change – it does you good to shake things up, if you can, and gain new life experience.
Karma’s a bitch, but Fate’s my faithful mate.
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